Tomorrow is my birthday.
If you’re like me, birthdays mean a lot of self-reflection.
I find myself thinking about where I’ve been, what I’ve done, and what’s next.
And I do a lot of pragmatic planning, prompted by the more existential reflections.
It was going through my calendar, for the mundane, that I came across a quote from one of my guest speakers from last spring’s class.
“I realized I could fight the good fight for a living.”
And that’s what I’m thinking about, during this birthday week:
How really, really, really lucky I am to get to make my living doing work that gives meaning to my life. Really, really lucky.
I mean, we all complain, sometimes, about having too much work or feeling under-appreciated. And I think that can be cathartic.
But I know that I never dreamed, when I thought about my career, that I could cobble together work that makes me feel connected and valuable, while still making it possible for me to dabble in lost causes and wrap up my kids in regular hugs.
So, I guess this is more of a birthday ‘cheers’, to those of you who have, similarly, found a way in this broken society to pay your bills while changing the world, and to those who are looking for a path through which to do the same.
They are good fights, and we need them, and you deserve to eat and rest and buy a new sweater or sit on the beach sometimes, while you fight them.
I vow to never stop being grateful that it’s possible.