This is my first blog post ever. I know, I am behind on the times. My mother has been blogging since the early days of dial-up. Hell, I’ve never even kept a journal! I’ve always just kept my thoughts locked up inside my head and learned to nod along in conversation when making an internal entry. So why make a change now?
As a child I always thought my dad loved baking. I mean, if he would choose making donuts for 40 hours a week over baseball, coloring, and snowball fights that meant he had to love it, right? He even changed his sleep schedule so that he could bake throughout the night! Talk about love!
And from the mind of a six year old, that was the dream. Spending all day doing what you love. And for me, that was drawing. I spent hours and hours of my childhood making storybooks and comics for my siblings. I had such a cast of characters you could populate a small town with them. I took my drawing books everywhere with me just in case inspiration took me by surprise. Life was going to be great because I would grow up to do what I loved.
It wasn’t until later, during one family holiday, my mom and I were making Christmas cookies and my dad refused join in. After my nagging he finally told me that HE DIDN’T LIKE BAKING! My world was shattered. Why would he leave his loving family of five rambunctious children all under the age of 9, everyday, for 40 hours a week if he did not like it? He should just quit and become a professional baseball player or an igloo architect! Why would he spend so much of his time doing what he hated.
As I grew older I soon realized this was called a job and it was what all adults do. And once I was of age I too went out into the real world and found myself one of these “jobs” (or my dad made me.) I hated every waking moment of it. I took nothing from each of my early jobs because work was not fun. I just slowly counted down the days to retirement… But then one job took me by surprise… Starbucks.
“Choose a job you love and you will never have to work a day in your life” – Confucius
Before I became a barista I didn’t really like people. Working in the service industry will make you hate everyone, especially the elderly. But as a barista I became the man with the coffee. The man with the drug to deliver you from your Monday blues. Sure some people can still be rude, but it was the regulars who made you appreciate your vocation. And not just the customers but the baristas I worked alongside gave me a new perspective on this whole ‘job’ thing.
Over the years I have worked at many different jobs and I’ve hated many of those jobs but I have always tried to turn my job into a sort of challenge, to find one thing I that I can enjoy about the job. As a mailman I loved being part of the community. Even the small things like giving directions made my day better. As a shipping manager I made it my goal to give other people an easier job. I felt that I worked as much for my employees that I did my employer. I learned to put the needs of others before the needs of my own. No matter what, everyday I would come home feeling as if I accomplished what I set out to do. I feel like I finally overcame the childhood fears that I had about the workplace. I thrive in a place so many people try so hard to just survive.
And that is why I quit my job to be a stay-at-home dad/writer/artist.
I’ve always been a dreamer and at one time the idea of having a job that I loved was only a dream. That is, until I pushed myself to make it a reality. I want to teach my daughter that dreams aren’t abstract. Dreams are obtainable as long as you put forth the effort. I want my little girl to believe that there is nothing outside the realm of possibility. So in this I have put forth a new dream to achieve for myself. I now have to raise that little dreamer and help show her how to achieve those dreams. And the best way to lead is by example.
“You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream.” – C.S. Lewis
So to answer the question at the beginning of this rant, I am starting a blog now to document my trek into fatherhood and the life of a stay-at-home dad while attempting to write my first book. I plan on uploading pages of the book daily in between my ramblings and long-winded posts. I have my wonderful wife to thank for always believing in me and for pushing me to always accomplish my goals. I hope you continue to follow my story and enjoy what you see in my work.