My husband is an IT geek. He loves computers, math, algorithms, coding, programming, card and board games, and me. He has been computer science focused since before high school, and in high school was even able to take computer-science-specific classes along with his regular classes.
He went to college, achieved a Computer Science bachelor’s degree, and then moved home to Brooklyn and immediately got a job in programming, and has transitioned into bigger and better jobs since then. He has built websites, programmed and fixed giant deployment tools, coded stuff, taught himself mobile phone programming, and reads articles about techie stuff in his free time.
My husband loves what he does. He is passionate about his chosen career field, and is 100% certain that he is doing the right thing for him. He is creative in a techie/mathy way that actually creates something out of nothing, using his lines of code, which is really cool.
Two years ago, I was 10 years deep in a career I sort of fell into after college. I am good at sales, I was successful in that field, and I have been lucky enough and have worked hard enough to move into good positions with great companies and work with amazing bosses. I liked my job.
But I was not passionate about my job the way Hubs is. I didn’t take the same depth of satisfaction from mine as he does when he’s solving a code crisis. I didn’t know at 14 that this is what I would be doing.
When I was a kid, I wanted to be a singer, songwriter, illustrator, writer, or lawyer. I was always told I was good at arguing and should be a lawyer, so I’m not sure if I wanted to be that, or if it just seemed like a good back-up plan.
As an adult, my hobbies include singing, songwriting, reading, and writing. None of those were my career and none of them were paid. I still am passionate about them, I love doing them, and I let my creative flag fly free.
Listening to Hubs talk about work and the projects he is working on (I have learned SO MUCH about computer-y things in the last 8 years!) and the problems he faces, the solutions he finds, acting as a sounding board and suggesting things from a different point of view, seeing the gratification he gets from a job well done, a project completed, and a good review from his boss, has inspired the hell out of me.
30 Years Old & Unsatisfied
Two years ago, I turned 30 and marked 5 years of regularly updating my personal blog. It was a creative outlet full of rants, ramblings, coherent articles, doodles, lyrics, and lists. For some reason, I assumed if my blog was entertaining enough, it would magically attract readers and I could maybe get some ad revenue out of it, or somehow parlay that into a writing career. Well, it didn’t happen like that, but I did get a lot of happiness and satisfaction from maintaining my blog, so that’s awesome.
When I turned 30, I started examining my writing goals. I had journals full of poetry and lyrics, and two half-started books on my computer, I had a small demo with a couple of songs I wrote and recorded, and I already had a few articles posted as a guest contributor on a couple of websites that were not my blog.
I wasn’t actively taking steps forward to write elsewhere or try to get paid. But the truth is, I’d always wanted to be a writer, and getting published isn’t just going to fall out a window and hit me.
If I was going to be a writer, I needed to start making a real concerted effort to get paid to write.
And I did.
I became a contributing writer on more platforms. I blogged and posted articles on sites significantly more often than before, I took more time to work on my book, and I carved out time weekly to just sit at a computer and WRITE. Even when I wasn’t sure what to say.
I started a freelance writing business.
I went out and used those sales skills to find clients and I worked my butt off to get more clients and more and do better and improve.
This month marks two years exactly since I started my writing business.
It’s tough sometimes, and I get frustrated or I have nothing to say. It can be lonely and isolating and frustrating and stressful. I work from home by myself with only an ornery cat for company.
It’s also exciting and interesting and challenging and fulfilling.
I have always wanted to be a writer and every single time I see my byline and thumbnail photo on a website, I get giddy and happy. Every time I get a new client, I am excited. Every time I get a great review from a client, I love what I do even more.
I am a full-time writer, editor and book coach and I freaking love it.
My husband loves what he does, even when it annoys or frustrates him. Seeing him happy and successful and fulfilled genuinely inspired me to find that for myself. His passion and drive inspires me to do better and improve. And that is pretty awesome.
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