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i'm glad i never listened to my high school guidance counselor, because doing something you love for a living is bull. i have come to the realization that as soon as i start getting paid to do something, no matter how much i enjoyed it before, i will grow to dislike it. i enjoy writing; i enjoy horses. you would think that working for horses all would be a dream job. but as soon as i had to start churning out articles, it just wasn't that fun anymore. another case in point: editing essays. i used to love editing, and would happily do my friend's papers for nothing. then, i decide to start charging money for my services, and it becomes a burden and a chore. now here i am, overhauling my boyfriend's english essay, and i'm as happy as a clam. he's not paying me a cent (unless you count ice cream) and i've spent my whole night working on this when i just spent all of today and will spend all of tomorrow at my day job, writing, but strangely enough, i kinda like it. i even used to enjoy barn chores, for chrissakes, before i got an actual job that paid me to muck stalls and feed horses.
which is why i am now a firm believer in a firm line between work and pleasure. i want to keep my interests and hobbies pure and unfettered by the burdens of everyday life.
which is why i am now a firm believer in a firm line between work and pleasure. i want to keep my interests and hobbies pure and unfettered by the burdens of everyday life.