job, I know what I would do. Exact side business which I know would work, but would take time. But doing these whatever jobs that I hate is making me feel low and cracks my confidence and I end up resenting what I do and then at the end of the day having no motivation to look for a different job or build a business at all. But I need to do such jobs from time to time to pay bills in between the better jobs. But it makes it harder to believe I can earn more and do more. I don't know how to explain it.
I’m the kind of person who tends to define themselves by the kind of work I do.
It’s extremely rare that I can simply see a job as a means to an end (unless I’m travelling; crew this ship, work in that cafe, tech this theatre, build that house, courier these documents, edit this script, work that ranch... it’s all opportunistic picking up work in the overall backdrop of “I’m travelling”. <<< Travelling is my identity, work is incidental). My sister is able to do it very very well, so I sometimes borrow her walking stick on that one (she literally sings :singing:
Money money mooooooney! Mo-NEY! :singing:).
The rest of the time? No lie, I do what I tell my kids to do when they’re bored... pretend they’re a spy. :sneaky:
<cough> With slightly less pink panther style sneaking about, and rushing around singing the mission impossible theme song.
What it does is provide that same sort of distance that travelling does; my job isn’t my identity, it’s what I’m doing in my “free” time that is my identity. Which is not actually being a spy :p
I’ve got a limited amount of time I can maintain that fiction, generally about 6 months or so, before
shoot me now, this job is utterly useless worthless waste of time // *I* am utterly useless, worthless... starts bleeding into my self confidence & sense of self. But 6 months or so is
usually more than enough time to build up enough money from the jobby-job to be moving on towards things that I actually wish to be devoting my life to. Not always. But usually.