Blogging has also become a “job,” in that I spend some of my free waking moments thinking of new topics to write about and preparing posts for publication.
When I go to sleep, I dream of deadlines — of missing deadlines, putting commas in the wrong place, misidentifying people in photo captions. Not a week goes by where I don’t wake up in a cold sweat, thinking my nightmare of a misplaced modifier had come true.
My friends and family come to me when they need a resume proofread, a paper edited or a question about the English language answered. It’s who I am — the go-to grammar guru.
I am defined by my job. But then again, my interests and aptitude made me a perfect match for my job. I chose my work — it didn’t choose me.
Editing and writing were ingrained in my persona from an early age. In high school, I used to mentally copy-edit the town newspaper (where I would later work as a reporter and editor), and I had visions of mailing the news office the latest week’s copy — marked up with red pen. Yes, that’s a true peek into my adolescent brain. While most other teenagers were experimenting with drugs and alcohol, I wanted to “fix” the town newspaper. My gosh, doesn’t that explain a lot!
Keeping Things at an Even Keel
So while I believe I am defined by my job, that’s not to say I don’t have a life outside of work. I have plenty of friends that I love to hang out with and family that I see all of the time. I’m not forced to work 24/7. I don’t have a BlackBerry or an iPhone, and it’s liberating. There is such a thing as being too connected, too involved in your job. I can see how some folks, such as business owners, have to be “dialed in” all of the time, but that’s not for me right now. I’ll check my work e-mail over the weekend to make sure there aren’t any emergencies, but that’s the extent of my involvement on Saturdays and Sundays.
I don’t consider myself a slave to the rat race, as The Financial Blogger* (sorry, mixed you up with Free From Broke!) puts it, but I know my and Mr. Saver’s survival depends on both of us having an income coming in. Well, once we bought our home, it became absolutely necessary to have both incomes, but that was a choice we knowingly made. I willingly work freelance gigs to bring in extra money to help grow our savings accounts in the hopes that one day I will be able to stay home with children and/or begin a full-time freelance career.
But for now, I am happy to be defined by my job. Going to work and getting a steady paycheck gives me purpose. Working my side gigs allows me to replace my editor’s hat with a writer’s quill. It all works out in the end.