I hear so many people agonising over what they should do vs. what they want to do. Don’t get me wrong, I understand that being an adult means that we have responsibilities. Sometimes we all have to do things we don’t want to do.
But I’m wondering if we are taking things a little too far? Are we punishing ourselves over an inflated sense of duty?
Yesterday, I was checking my Pinterest feed – this is something I do just after breathing – and a climbing post popped up. The image showed a guy half way up a crag, with the Cookie Monster hanging from his belt. It intrigued me, so I read on – and I’m really glad I did.
The main message of the post, for me, was that the Cookie Monster knows what he wants. And he’ll do anything to get it. Well, nearly anything. You see, the Cookie Monster has a pure heart, so he won’t hurt anyone in his conquest for cookies. Whilst I agree that this is a very important message for anyone, big or small, it’s not the one that struck me.
The Cookie Monster knows what he wants.
It’s simple, but he knows the key to his happiness. His life is full of small victories and satisfaction because he knows what his goal is. It’s achievable and more importantly, it’s measurable. The Cookie Monster doesn’t care if anyone else believes in or shares his goal. He’s not worried about making anyone else happy. He doesn’t care what anyone thinks about cookies.
A friend of mine once bought me a Cookie Monster plush. It’s sat up next to my bed. It’s always been next to my bed. I feel like my little Cookie Monster has been trying to tell me something for a really long time, and I had no idea. I don’t know why I kept it there. I don’t know why I wanted to see it every day. It had been right in front of me all along…
Anyway, there’s a bit of a hidden message in all of that which will unfold in its own time…the point is, how do we figure out what our fundamental goal is?
I had thought that I was on the right track. I had a job I loved and it led to a good, financially secure future. Bingo! That must be the goal, right? Financial security, that sounds nice and wholesome and fulfilling. Then I quit that job and got another one. Same tick boxes, still not happy. So I quit that one too. Now here I am, writing about all sorts, trying new things all the time and putting all of the pieces back together.
I’m hardly earning any money at all right now. And somehow, I’m not panicking. I am proud of what I am doing. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside and I want to tell people about it.
In my previous life, if I was introducing myself to someone new or making small talk about work, I’d always sort of shrug off what I did for a living. I found it difficult to explain to other people and to be honest, I lost interest in explaining – so I assumed they would lose interest too. I don’t have that feeling any more. This is just the beginning. I find the whole prospect of doing something I love, and getting better at it the more I do it, so ridiculously exciting. The possibilities are endless.
Some money would be great, but for now, I am really enjoying the pure fulfillment of the thing. I’m not sure what flavour my “cookie” is yet, but for the first time in my adult life, I feel like I’m on the right track.
Nom nom nom nom!