This afternoon I went for two quick walks in between patients. I had managed to workaholicize my lunch break, and I had a bit of extra time in my afternoon schedule, so I took advantage of it.
As I went for my second walk, which lasted a whole 8 minutes, I pondered an oft-pondered thought: that I get paid to be in an office for 8 hours a day to sit on my a** and work at my computer. Well, I do get a one-hour lunch break, so I should not overlook that. Nevertheless, adulthood is not what I imagined it to be. When I was a little girl, I thought my parents were going out and pursuing their dreams and talents and saving the world when they were at their jobs. But now, I see the truth: that adults get paid to sit on their a** all day and not go outside.
Yes, there are many people, myself included, who are in jobs which they are passionate about and which serve an important cause. But when you think about it, we are all getting paid to stay indoors during the daylight hours. To sit at our desks, to answer phone calls, to type up reports, etc. So long as we don’t have too much fun—we are doing our jobs. Heaven forbid, we should ever take a beach day in the summer, or take part of the afternoon off to go for a delightful spring stroll. No, that is reason for getting fired!
And so, when my child asks me, “Mom, what it is like having a real job?” I will tell her, “I get paid to sit in an office on my tuches for 8 hours.”
Of course, I will also tell her that I enjoy helping people with their nutritional intake and health, but I want her to get an honest look behind the scenes of reality. Being a responsible adult means denying your natural instincts for fresh air and the outdoors, it means having to be disciplined so you can’t have fun most of the time, it means putting the welfare of others ahead of your own.
Oh, the irony that in our livelihood we die a little every day.