I love what I do. I get to tell stories, play, connect, encourage people, hang out with kids, daydream, make funny faces. Yes, I also have to tend the hidden foundations of my work: mountains of paperwork involving contracts, taxes, marketing, etc. Sometimes the black dog of depression lopes into my life, sometimes I get lost in the tangled knot of story work, not sure of how to get out, but mostly, I love what I do. On my way to performances, I think, "Yippeee! I get to tell stories today!" When I'm working on stories, I think, "Whoooeee! This is my JOB!"
I had a boyfriend who was a mailman. Though he liked walking his route and meeting the people to whom he delivered mail, his comments about his job were negative. I think his dream was to own a small orchard, but he had a secure job with benefits. He will never love that job and he will never leave it, I'm guessing.
I'm so lucky to have found my calling, my vocation.
Here's a video I found of somebody else who takes great joy from what he does:
Have you found your calling?