There is an inherent flaw in the sentence "Do what makes you happy." People usually choose their initial career paths around the age of 18 -- does every person continue to enjoy doing the same for the rest of his or her life?Happiness is not my ultimate goal. Failure, however, is my ultimate deterrent. I simply do not want to live pay-cheque to pay-cheque in Canada or end up unsuccessful, a decade from now.
There was a lot of anxious hysteria in my neck of the woods recently. People were lining up in the hopes of hitting it big on the Powerball jackpot. People were pinning their next career move on winning. But why? And what does that say about your current job? Well, I am guessing you don't like it. But I have news for you... the lottery is not a valid career plan.
I have a little secret. Something that only my immediate family knows. Something, that as a stylist, I would never dare to share... I wear Sponge Bob socks. Why am I wasting your time with this seemingly useless information? Because the whole situation got me thinking that you never know what goes on below the surface or behind closed doors.
I've left respectable jobs to venture out into the unknown; to figure out whether this new "thing" would make it. I've put my marriage on the line a few times to tackle new challenges. So far I've come out unscathed, but just barely. And while I try to make every soccer practice, hockey game, school play or choir, there have been many times I've had to make the disheartening decision to choose this "path" over family.
Ten years ago last Sunday, I sat by a window at a breakfast restaurant on de Maisonneuve, ordered a plate of pancakes, got out my journal, and wrote: "What have I just done?" I had just moved to Montreal with $1,000 in my pocket and no job. Ten years later I'm happier than I've ever been -- due in large part to this wonderful city.