Since the time I was sixteen, which is more than half my lifetime ago, I’ve had a job, except for about a month right after I graduated from college and got married. But I left the teaching profession in June, so now when I meet people and they ask the dreaded, “What do you do for a living?” I freeze. I don’t have a “real” job, yet I have many jobs. Confused yet? Yeah, me too.
Robert and I discussed recently that I should tell people I’m an author, which I am. That’s not exactly a huge money maker for me…yet, but I wrote a book (Memoirs and an Ordinary Girl: The Middle-ish Ages) and am currently writing a sequel, so I’m an author.
I also still work for the school district as a very picky substitute. I will only work in my former school, and I turn down the gym class, ESE, and math gigs. I do feel a bit like since I was a teacher, I’ll always sort of be a teacher (this week I will sub a class with a majority of students I had two years ago). The kids still think of me as a teacher and I still get contacted for letter of recommendation requests, and even the ones I’ve allowed as friends on Facebook still call me Mrs. Harper.
Then I was lucky enough to be in the right place at the right time and got myself into a job where I get to travel, deprive myself of sleep, lift and move heavy objects, and have a blast with some of the most interesting and joyous people I’ve ever met by working some race events for The Color Run (the happiest 5k on the planet). It’s sort of like a contract work job though, because I work when I’m needed, so it’s not exactly a steady income for me.
I’m a horrible salesperson. This is why I hate plugging my book and tend to be so awkward at it. I once sold Mary Kay, but not much and not for long. Then I signed up to be a Compassion Entrepreneur with Trades of Hope because the money generated from these hand made products goes to paying the artisans (women in otherwise destitute and desperate living conditions) fair wages and empowerment. I think my mom is my biggest customer, but I’m working on it (Thanks Mom!)
I don’t have a “real” job, and I’ve never been happier. I’m not always sure how much money I can bring in for our household budget each month, but I leave it up to God. He knows what we need and our needs are always met. I’m stress free and now have time to give more of myself since I cannot just give money. On Sunday, I signed up to volunteer at a few local outreaches and I cannot wait to get started, to give of my time, and to touch and change lives, directly or indirectly. I always wanted to be able to do more, and now I finally can. Serving others is a blessing in itself. I’m not saying everybody should quit their jobs and start doing volunteer work, but if you can squeeze in time at any local charity even once a month, I’m certain you will feel gratified in what you do.