Often times we forget to be grateful for small things. We get so caught up in all the negative around us that it’s difficult for us to see all the positive things in our lives. The constant grind of our day to day can weigh so heavily on our shoulders that we find it hard to pick our heads up and see what’s in front of us instead of what lays at our feet.
Like most people there are some days that I hate my job. I hate the days where I seem to be on phone call after phone call discussing the same thing with the same people. I hate the days where I have to explain over and over the reason I made a decision that no one else wanted to make. I even hate the days I have to go out to eat in the middle of my work day and play the ‘political game’ with clients and senior management. Sure there’s normally a free meal involved, but I have to stay longer at the end of the day to make up for the hours that I wasn’t working at lunch.
All things considered those aren’t the worst complaints to have. Very rarely do I have to temper what I say – which believe me would be next to impossible for my big mouth. Most of the time, I’m working out of a cool and different location with new people, so I don’t get the office blues. And I don’t have a dress code. (Perks of being freelance!) But just like everyone else, I have those days where I think my job is the absolute worst.
It’s easy to get stuck in a rut and feel like I’d rather be doing anything else than what I’m doing.
But then I have days like today where my email is full of photos of dogs wearing wigs. And how about emails with the question “do you know anyone who can make custom wardrobe for a puppy?”. Or “do you know where we can find red leather pants for a small dog?”. It’s days like today where I’m actually being paid to look at incredibly cute snapshots of dogs dressed in Hawaiian t-shirts and sunglasses that I think, maybe my job isn’t all bad?!
It’s not often that I get reminders from the universe or God or whoever/whatever you think is out there guiding us along. Sometimes it seems as if I’m on the look out for a sign that I’m headed in the right direction and it’s radio silence. But there are also those days that the radio is blasting so loudly I can’t ignore it. And when the message comes with a cute photo like the one below, I think to myself – today I am truly lucky!
On a Friday, at the end of a short holiday week, it’s nice to stop and be thankful that I like what I am doing. And to be thankful that what I am doing is fun and different and doesn’t come at the cost of my health or family. Sure sometimes I’m on the phone more than I want to be or listening to the same people talking about the same things… But on Monday morning I get to be in a studio with 7 puppies in cute costumes. It could be worse!
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