The meaning of “work” to me…

Work (noun/verb) -
1 (noun):
activity involving mental or physical effort done in order to achieve a purpose or result.
2 (noun):
a task or tasks to be undertaken; something a person or thing has to do.
3 (verb):
be engaged in physical or mental activity in order to achieve a result.
4 (verb):
(of a machine or system) operate or function, especially properly or effectively.

John White’s meaning of work -
An 6–12 hour daily mandatory task that involves mental/physical and spiritual energy and sanity that must be done in order to fulfill the main daily purposes of survival, nourishment and enlightenment.

Presently I work 2 jobs (both of them in the customer service field). One of them is a full time gig as a personal shopper at a local grocery store that I’ve been at since the beginning of the pandemic. The other is a seasonal gig as a vendor at both Lincoln Financial Field (home of the Philadelphia Eagles) and Citizens Bank Park (home of the Philadelphia Phillies) and I’ve been there for a good 10 years so far. Thing is, the full time gig I would prefer to leave from before the end of the year (because of too many reasons to count) and the part time gig I would like to continue on with as long as I can see myself doing it.

Thing is though, with both jobs I’ve learned so much about life in a ways that I don’t believe that I would’ve ever experienced doing something else other than these things.

I’ve learned from these jobs that the “golden rule” (In everything, do to others what you would have them do to you)….is such for a reason.

I’ve learned that as human beings, we’re not perfect. Yep, believe it or not just because we’re the top of the food chain/apex predator…we’re NOT PERFECT. We’re flawed and it shows everyday of our living.

I’ve learned that I too as much as I don’t believe it, I am a human being and that I’m not perfect.

I’ve learned that as much as I don’t believe it either, I genuinely am a decent and caring human being who doesn’t want nothing wrong to happen to people, even if they would have it coming.

I’ve learned that all people (again if they don’t seem to deserve it at that time) just need some kindness given to them because unless you don’t know what they’re going through or haven’t walked a day in their shoes…

I’ve learned that I have way more patience with people than I thought I had before. On second thought, that might be credited to the fear of unemployment/poor as well as that whole “karma” thing.

But most of all, I’ve learned that everyday working these jobs, I have learning experiences that I wouldn’t go and trade for the world whether they be good ones or bad ones.

Now with all of that being said, as much as I learned from working these jobs, I would like to learn one more thing that I’ve truly never experienced from giving all of my time and energy from these tasks.

And that is true happiness.

I would like to be able to work at something that not only would I get paid for (survival/nourishment) but also would fulfill me with a feeling of joy/happiness that I am doing something that I enjoy (enlightenment).

Something like……….this.

Yeah…..this. This whole writing thing. I wouldn’t mind it. I mean, the getting paid to do something that you find yourself enjoying as a hobby that you find that you’ve been pretty good at since your 1st day in college that you also wanted to major in (Journalism) that you’ve always said that this would be your dream job AND ALSO NOT EVER HAVE TO DO TWO JOBS AT THE SAME TIME AGAIN JUST TO SURVIVE?

Yeah…I would find this to be everything I would want in this thing called “work”.