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Topic: Why do you do what you do?
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windymustang
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posted 16 September 2004 12:10 PM
I think that this is an interesting question to think about. Many work at an occupation just to pay the bills, while others pursue a career out of passion. But what is the passion about? Why do you feel passionately about your pursuit?I was reading an article in Artist's magazine and in it, the writer encouraged artists to talk to buyers about why they paint. I think that this question applies to everyone. You might not be passionate about your work, but other things that you choose to do inspire passion in you. I paint for a number of reasons. The first is that I love the process. Mixing colours and finding combinations that complement and create tension is exciting. I also love just working with colours. Their varities and value combinations give me a lot of pleasure. The final result is quite important, I love to see a painting completed that I think works. If a painting is unsuccessful, I have still enjoyed the process, although I'm disappointed with the product. It usually takes me a little time to get over the disappointment and start another, or sometimes I'll get stuck part way through and not know how to continue. What are you passionate about and why does it make you inspired?
From: from the locker of Mad Mary Flint | Registered: Oct 2003
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lagatta
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posted 16 September 2004 01:22 PM
I can't move posts (skdadl and I can only moderate "out and about") but this interesting topic seems to be in the wrong forum. Far too reflective for "banter". Now then, audra and Michelle, should it go under "labour and consumption", "body and soul" or "arts and culture"?I'm glad beverly left that soul-destroying job. Problem is, there are real cases that must be investigated, but often it is just a case of dire poverty and screwing up. I just can't fit into straight jobs, so I have to find something where I don't have to look and act too conventional. Cela dit, freelancing is very, very difficult ... especially when clients don't pay. I've sold and exhibited paintings, but have not really tried to earn my living exclusively in that way, at least not of late. I keep on doing it as it is a need and an urge, but I'm a bit too old to be able to count just on that. As for translation, it can be great if the texts are interesting or socially useful - and if I'm interpreting at exciting events - but there is a lot of routine as in any work, and working home alone ... well, makes one babble too much. That or talking to my cat, (I do that as well but often, being a cat, he studiously ignores me), or to the walls.
From: Se non ora, quando? | Registered: Apr 2002
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beverly
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posted 16 September 2004 01:32 PM
quote: reelancing is very, very difficult ... especially when clients don't pay.
I take it that dude hasn't paid yet. I'm still waiting as well. Problem is you always have a plan for the money, hey. I wanted to go to Lethbridge or SOMEWHERE for part of the week-end. Oh well. Good luck Lagatta. Thanks Windy - yes, yes, my soul feels much more content - even if I live in Klein's Alberta.
From: In my Apartment!!!! | Registered: Feb 2004
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steffie
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posted 16 September 2004 09:10 PM
I suppose that, even though I complain about my job (the pay, mostly, and the stress) that I am doing what I am passionate about. My passion involves bridging gaps though effective communication, which of course I do as a *coughmumble* taxi dispatcher *ahem*. Ideally I would do this using text, but oh well, this is the path I am on at the moment, so why not make the most of it, eh? I remember as a younger woman I once described my "dream job": it was to write captions for pictures, captions that would succinctly capture the image's message. For some strange reason I feel compelled to communicate things to people; to strive to make them "get it". Where does this come from? I dunno, middle child syndrome, or something. I just know that when I have communicated something successfully, I get a thrill. That's how I know what my passion is. And my mission now is to include as many things in my life that give me that thrill. Like helping other people learn to read (volunteering as a tutor). But, when will the money come? When? When? Oh well; I guess I'd rather have fulfillment than money.
From: What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow / Out of this stony rubbish? | Registered: Mar 2003
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Timebandit
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posted 17 September 2004 12:26 AM
Why do I do what I do? I've often asked myself that question, and the answer has been different every time.I tried walking away from film once, but I didn't stay away for long. I've worked day jobs -- the longest, most lucrative and sincerely soul-sucking was as a claims adjudicator for WCB -- but always had some screenplay in mind. Maybe there's a compulsion to tell stories there. Maybe I'm just arrogant enough to think that what I have to say is worth hearing. Or that it's an inner pursuit of learning how it all works, or finding a way to work through the kinks in my soul/brain/heart/whatever. Maybe it's all of the above, and then some. Whatever it is, I keep on doing it... [ 18 September 2004: Message edited by: Zoot ]
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Fidel
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posted 17 September 2004 02:43 AM
quote: Originally posted by Jingles:
BTW, why are right wingers so fixated on the "Hard Work= Success and Wealth" when they know it isn't true? I know they are self-serving and hypocritical, but do they do it out of a sense of irony, or just to be assholes?
Most of the ones I know grew up in nice, middle class neighborhoods or better. They had all the advantages while studying in high school, quiet home life, their own private studies or the entire downstairs rec rooms for study. Parents paid the shot for university at a time when paying for four or five years of university wasn't the equivalent of a mortgage without the house to show for it. It's amazing what a little head start can do for one. And some others just had family connections. Sure it's a meritocracy, for the rest of us that is. [ 17 September 2004: Message edited by: Fidel ]
From: Viva La Revolución | Registered: Apr 2004
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arborman
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posted 17 September 2004 03:01 AM
I do what I do because I get to combine writing with research and community development work. I also get to be political, in an apolitical research kind of way (it's what you choose to study).I used to do what I used to do because it paid well, but I realized I was miserable. Well funded, but miserable. Ironically, after making the shift, spending some time in school, and becoming a researcher, I am now making roughly the same amount of money, but I have a much better standard of living. And I love my job 60% of the time, like it another 20%, and can tolerate a further 10%. The rest is admin.
From: I'm a solipsist - isn't everyone? | Registered: Aug 2003
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kukuchai
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posted 17 September 2004 12:11 PM
quote: Originally posted by Gir Draxon:
If by "creative" you mean "willing to work hard", I agree with you.
Hmmm..."willing to work hard". Let's see. A little over 2 years ago I pulled my mother, who was 79 at the time, out of a Calgary nursing home. Let's just say that the huge gash over her left eye and the very large bruises on her arms (the ones with the fingerprints in the middle) have all healed very nicely. Then I pulled my kids out of school (home-schooling for two years) because my older boy was diagnosed with ADD and a learning disability in math; all his teachers told him he was stupid, told him he should just get a job because he's "wasting space in the school", and I was labelled "un-cooperative" because I refused to drug him with Ritalin or Dexedrine. (He was 13 at the time.) So, am I "willing to work hard:? Yes! Do I get paid for what I do? No. Am I creative about accessing services, budgeting, and making all this work? Yes. Am I burned out? Almost, but I'm also stubborn and these people are too important to me to give up now. Do I have any support in red-neck, work-hard, drink-hard, Alberta? Not much. Do I care? No. By the way, I'm a single parent and I'm still not sure how I've managed to survive these 2.5 years without losing my house or my mind. But, my mom is still alive and well and has a "private" room in my home overlooking the garden and my son went from a 20% average (or less) in all subjects to about a 75% average (without their drugs). Now if only I could get the salary of a teacher and a caregiver, plus all the benefits and perks, we'd be just fine. Creative? Yes. Wlling to work hard? Yes.
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Mr. Magoo
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posted 17 September 2004 01:38 PM
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Mr. Magoo
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posted 17 September 2004 01:49 PM
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Mr. Magoo
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posted 17 September 2004 02:00 PM
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kukuchai
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posted 17 September 2004 10:56 PM
Mr. Magoo. The point is this: I paid my taxes, just like everyone else, while I was working. Those taxes were supposed to go towards things like health-care (including nursing homes) and education. If you read the first two or three paragraphs of my post it explains why I did what I did. The nursing home failed my mother although I could have left her there to die. Another nursing home? Sure, how many more bruises on a 79-year old woman? Or a broken hip, which would surely kill her. I didn't trust them, any of them, after my experience. And I could have left my son in school to be belittled by the so-called "professional" teachers, I could have drugged him with Ritalin or Dexedrine, and then left him to fail, drop out of school, etc. etc. No, of course, I was not obligated. I chose to do that. But, where are my taxes which were supposed to pay for that? Why am I picking up the pieces after the so-called "professionals"? They screwed up yet they still got paid. I picked up the pieces and everyone is doing much better except that I'm doing it for free. And I'm doing it for free because I love these people. Unfortunately, love, compassion, the best interests of children and old people is not recognized by our materialistic, capitalist, bottom line, me-oriented, selfish society. This idea of "I'm not obligated, I don't have to because I don't want to, I have better things to do because I'm more important" is the reason why so many seniors are literally warehoused in extended care centres, nursing homes, etc., where many are abandoned and completely forgotten by their so-called "families". They are warehoused and literally left to rot in their own urine (seen it first-hand); ignored; abused (physically, emotionally, sexually); fed institutional food (when they should be getting the best). Need I say more? No, I wasn't obligated in your sense of the word; but, as a daughter, a mother, and a human being I was obligated. It is a sacrifice but one which I would make again. In my world there is duty and responsibility to other than the self.
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skdadl
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posted 18 September 2004 10:36 AM
That's interesting, Mr Magoo. As it happens, I read (on the run, as I left yesterday) the much more interesting and reasonable response you wrote up there, before you cut the whole thing and replaced it with the twiddly -- I guess because you'd just then read Andy's and my joke, and you decided fair's fair. I've come back, though, to acknowledge that I appreciated some of what you wrote, but to pick up on one expression you used. Near as I can recall, you acknowledged my "special interest" in, or concern over, however you put it, long-term care. Now, that was a gesture between virtual friends, for which thanks. But that anyone should consider what I'm doing a result of a "special interest" just floors me, and seems to me evidence of a serious problem. All I'm doing is carrying on with my marriage. Many others here are caring for their parents, or trying to, as our parents (in most cases) cared for us. Maybe not everybody is at the same stage at the same time, but in what way is remaining committed to the people you love a "special interest"? Is there anyone here who expects not to be facing the greater and greater demands that love makes of us as time passes? As long as people consider these problems "special" rather than common interests right up to the moment they face them themselves, for so long will the great costs and demands of illness or disability or old age be even more crushing than they need to be.
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