Do what you love. Love what you do.
Those are wonderful words, aren’t they? A spectacular idea. A great notion. However, it is harder than it sounds in those two tight sentences, in those eight words to accomplish. As a teenager I always thought I knew what I loved to do and that I would stay on that path with great tenacity until it was done and I did what I loved. But somewhere along the road my idea of what I loved started getting muddled. As I grew up and starting living in the real world things began to change. It’s pretty obvious that things change when you go from fantasizing about a profession to even getting your first minimum wage job. The two are not the same but step by step I began to feel the complexity of doing what you love and making money from it. Little by little I was heading in the direction I had always cared about and the closer and closer I got (not that I got THAT close!) the less and less I enjoyed myself and the less I loved about this particular “career” choice. That threw me for a goddamn loop. Feeling like a door was painfully closing the other awful part was like other windows, doors, vent, you name it, were also opening. It makes one feel rather scattered brained. People keep telling me it’s normal to feel the way I do. At the moment I am in my early twenties (almost mid) and I have a thousand interests. Maybe a thousand is an exaggeration. But even within liking lots of things when you begin to contemplate choosing one as a career all the aspects of why it may suck begin creeping in and you ask yourself, will this truly be what I love?
It’s too much pressure!
My brain explodes almost everyday. Granted, I have a particular obsession with the topic of what am I going to do with my whole life? Combined with some neurosis and worry wart-ism that I think I got genetically, these thoughts exhaust me.
I’m coming to the conclusion that this do what you love thing is more complicated than one sentence. There will never be something that will make me entirely happy and fulfilled. It’s just gotta be as simple as I love more than I don’t. Accepting the aspects that you don’t/won’t love… that’s the ticket. Maybe? I don’t want to commit to any real statement here. Just like I can’t commit to one interest. So fuck it. Do what you love. Love what you do.
This is my first personal post. It came from a rabbit hole of watching videos and interviews like the one above. They equally excite me, inspire me and stress me out. I love, love, love Steven Alan and his passion for his business. And obviously, like you, like everyone I want to love what I do. It’s hard sometimes to dig deep and understand what is inside your core. So I suppose I have no choice but to let the journey continue.
P.S. This Do What You Love feature on A Pair & A Spare is nice a read. If you’re not pacing the room with your stomach in a knot for no reason.