Do What You Love... Yeah... I'm Trying

We live in a very exciting time. Social economic studies show that since the 90's, there has been a significant rise in what is considered Non-standard Jobs. Non-standard jobs are defined by: -Lack of specific, constant employer, -Not necessarily working 40 hours a week -Working outside of the 9-5, Monday to Friday schedule -Work being based on contracts and temporary assignments In the past two decades, we have seen a rise in jobs that borderline on the title of paid hobbies. You have your musicians, graphic designers, comedians, writers, interior decorators, photographers, filmmakers... et cetera, et cetera. The need for these passions to become sustainable sources of bread n' butter, has come from the mantra "Do what you love. Love what you do." The idea that if you can make your mark doing what you love, than you should do it. This is the nasty flip side though. If we are to believe that if we try to do what we love, and with giving our all, we still manage to be a penniless creative type,  that insinuates that are best just wasn't good enough. Which I'm going to call bullshit on that. Yes you have to grab the bull by the horns. Yes you have to want it, and want it so bad that it would kill you didn't get it. The thing is, there are so many people thinking the same thing, all doing their best. All wanting it just as bad. What you are left with is young hopefuls, frustrated and discouraged. We all want that great job that doesn't feel like work, who the hell doesn't? The problem, the market of people who do is so broad, it's hard to make a living off it. After graduating college, I went into freelancing, uninterested in working up the unpaid internship ladder. I wanted to start doing what I loved right away, and hopefully work my way up to live off of it. I loved working from home, the jobs felt meaningful and not like a chore at all, but the pay was infrequent and some months non existent. Subsequently I had to pick up my old part time job as a cell phone salesman. A job that brings me nothing but stress and grief. Living in toronto, one of the most expensive metropolitan areas, is virtually impossible to do without steady financial planning and a good salary, something I am still no where from being near to achieving. As much as I would like to "do what I love and love what I do," it's just not such an open and shut idea. It may be to the privileged elite who can live off of mom and dad's checking account to pay the dues while they "make it in L.A." The rest of us have to still make a living off our own means and efforts. In this economy, that means having to do what you hate, just to try to do what you love. Keep on trucking friends with your shitty part time job friends. Hopefully there is an imminent resignation date.  

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