When you love your work it doesn't feel like work, there's a flow to what you're doing that makes it something to look forward to. You don't feel that Monday morning dread, in fact it's an effort to not work - you have to be really good at defining the boundaries of down time, otherwise you'd be in it from morning until night, it grabs you so completely.
So why is it such a bad thing to want work to feel like this? Why is there this underlying guilt about seeking out work that doesn't feel like work? It's as though it needs to be a struggle, it needs to be work for it to earn the name. If wanting to love what you do forms part of your criteria, this somehow invalidates you as a serious contender for 'person most likely to make a success of their life'. You're branded a flippant, not someone who takes themselves seriously, they'll even go so far as to call you lazy - someone who doesn't really want to work at all.
Can we be really honest here - who actually wants to work? Wouldn't we all rather be spending our days doing other things? If money was no object, there are a million incredible endeavours we could all be engaged in, some that serve others and some that just serve to indulge nothing but our flow state.
But money is an object for the majority of us, this is the society we live in. You have to earn it in order to pay for stuff, not much getting around that. But there's nothing in the rulebook that says you can't earn it from doing something that brings you joy.
Come to think of it, there's no rulebook.
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