Like a few others on Piedmont 2nd, I went to AIDS walk in DC today. When I arrived, I was shocked by the sheer number of dogs present! Big dogs, little tiny dogs that I was in fear of tripping on; there were all types, and they captured my attention. But none caught my attention nearly as much as one Weimaraner (that a fellow LLC member so kindly pointed out!) named “Handsome”.  I was drawn to this dog in particular because I myself have a Weim at home, named Darcy. I must have talked to Handsome’s owner for the next 45 minutes.
During that 45 minutes, I realized how excited I was, just talking to another young woman about our dogs. And through that realization of happiness, I think I want to do something with my career based on canines. Â It may not hold the same prestige that a doctor, or lawyer, or editor, or fashion designer have- but working with dogs would bring me more happiness than I can really begin to explain.
I know that there are careers out there that work with canines, but I never could imagine myself working in that field because I didn’t think it was “good enough”.  People, myself included, sometimes judge others based on what they do for a living.
Coming to terms with part of the assignment from last week- our critical life incidents that have made us who we are- I decided that it doesn’t matter if someone else doesn’t like what you do. You should find something you’re passionate about and make a career of it. I’m proud of my parents because they’ve both managed to do that: my Dad loves airplanes and works for the FAA, and my mom is super creative and likes to make things with her hands, and she’s an interior designer.
A job is a job- either way it will make you money. But will it be a chore that slowly drains you over the next 40 years, or will it be something that you’re going to genuinely look forward to and get fulfillment out of? Please share your thoughts!