Tuesday, January 12, 2016

How My Job Saved Me — Medium

“No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader.” — Robert Frost

Before
you roll your eyes at the idealistic nature of this title, know this
about me – I’m not one of those people who skips dinner to stay at the
office until 9:30 PM. I’m not the guy who won’t shut up about his job in
between sips of Guinness at Friday’s Happy Hour.
But do I love my job? Absolutely. Not only is my job itself extremely fulfilling, but I believe in what I’m doing, and more importantly, the people with whom I’m doing it with.
But
I also love having my toes in the sand and ending up with a spotty
sunburn. I love seeking out awful horror movies on Netflix and laughing
at their absurdity. I enjoy splitting a six pack with a close friend on
the back porch, with nothing but Duane Allman’s slide guitar to color
the gaps between our fits of laughter.
In other words, I’m just like you. And that’s how this story begins.“No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader.” — Robert Frost
Before
you roll your eyes at the idealistic nature of this title, know this
about me – I’m not one of those people who skips dinner to stay at the
office until 9:30 PM. I’m not the guy who won’t shut up about his job in
between sips of Guinness at Friday’s Happy Hour.
But do I love my job? Absolutely. Not only is my job itself extremely fulfilling, but I believe in what I’m doing, and more importantly, the people with whom I’m doing it with.
But
I also love having my toes in the sand and ending up with a spotty
sunburn. I love seeking out awful horror movies on Netflix and laughing
at their absurdity. I enjoy splitting a six pack with a close friend on
the back porch, with nothing but Duane Allman’s slide guitar to color
the gaps between our fits of laughter.
In other words, I’m just like you. And that’s how this story begins.


How My Job Saved Me — Medium: How My Job Saved Me
My struggle with loss, identity, and finding purpose again.