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Do What You Love & Love What You Do…Now

Well, there goes that idea. I was all set to post a follow-up blog article until I realized that it wouldn’t be in my best interest to do so. I’ll share the reasons for this later. I used to say that and then wouldn’t follow through. For that reason, I stopped saying anything. I either did it or didn’t. More often than not, it would get done. This time I’m committing myself to this intent.

That idea generated another one, though, so not all is lost. I don’t know how interested anyone will be in this writing, but, here it goes, anyway. I wrote about an experience that I had many years ago and this is in addition to that writing.

The experience I’m referring to is how I unintentially made the intention to land a job in that company. Back then I didn’t know anything about making intentions. It wasn’t in the usual way, though. You can read about it here: Memories of a Job Manifested.

I worked as a temp for the company and didn’t expect to get hired after the job was completed. I was told I’d be there for three months. I got emotional my last day there because I thought I’d be out of work and also I had grown to love working there. I was so grateful when the engineer came in the room and said, “Now you’re mine!”.

Grateful, that is, after the initial shock since I didn’t even know who he was. I don’t know why other people in the company didn’t like him. He was a sweetheart to me. He even hugged me when he found out that I had been hired as a full-time employee. That was a few months later.

I really enjoyed working in the engineering department because I was allowed to use my own creativity with the descriptions of the parts that I was to enter into their new computer system. It’s been many years since I worked there, but I know that much as changed since then. Delafield petroleum hose would be one example of the type of part that I would become familiar with. That’s not one of their parts, it’s just as an example.

It would have been easier for me to actually have a visual of what I was describing, but, no matter. It all worked out. Some of the engineers didn’t appreciate my entries, but, most of them did. And the two who mattered were the one I worked for and the manager of the department. I was flattered, while being a little uncomfortable when the others’ critism me of my creativity. I had fun doing the work, though.

I wonder why people give engineers such a hard time. Heck, they even make fun of themselves. I wa surrounded by creative thinkers who designed machines for cutting metal. And I loved it. But, now, I’m enjoying writing about it.

I hope that whatever you are doing is what you love doing. I didn’t feel like I was working back then. And I feel the same now.

Do what you love to do and you’ll never have to work another day in your life. I haven’t felt like this for quite awhile. It feels so good to feel good. Again.

I didn’t expect to write the last part, but, I think that’s what happens. I don’t know what I’m going to say until I have written it.

P.S. This is a reminder and a note to myself. If it helps you, wonderful.:)

Thanks for reading.:)