Trina Machacek
I know a very unique and varied group of people that have jobs ranging from heavy equipment operators to a bar and casino owner. If you just sat and thought about all the things the people you know do for a living, would you know a gun smith? A furniture maker? A film maker/TV celebrity? A jewelry maker?
An underling of a pilot. If you believe in past lives maybe a king or queen of some far-off country? A man of the cloth? Or maybe even a writer/author. I would bet you would be surprised at the different jobs your friends and acquaintances hold and make a living at.
The list above is just a very short list for me. But. Yes, a working “but.” That of course is not where I am going. As if you didn’t already know. Let’s imagine, if we could one day wake up and have the job of our dreams.
I personally have no dreams or expectations of doing anything other than what I am absolutely delighted to be doing. Writing. Every day. Writing of things I know a lot about, and things I know just a titch about. I do not write about things I don’t know about.
Think about that. How could I write about things I don’t know about? Because, I don’t know about them, right? Now there’s a round-about I don’t want to enter. Back to the main road Machacek.
I suspect we have all heard a little kid say they wanted to grow up to be a cowboy, a fireman, a nurse, maybe a teacher. When I was a little kid, I just wanted to play in the mud. Does that mean I wanted to be a mud wrestler? I think not. Maybe a farmer.
Well, that came true for some 40 years. Even though I love the smell of mother earth, farming is a tough job. Dealing with weather, the costs of fuel, seed, baling wire, breakdowns. Then hay buyers and truckers, OH MY!
The freedom is super, and the neighbors are priceless. The mental side, however, drove me more mental than I want to remember. Little kids though. Some of them grab onto the desire of fireman, doctor, teacher and that is exactly where they go.
Being what you want is a dream come true. There is only one doctor that I have ever met that didn’t desire to be up to both arm pits in the rush of trauma. Yes, blood-n-guts. Several of the providers here in Eureka stop off for a time then the call of the city and more ooze and gooze calls to them. That is the nature of that beast.
I did meet one doc that when I asked him if he liked the blood and guts, he said “nope.” Telling me that his lab partners in school told him that he couldn’t cut well. So, he was assigned to write all the papers as his teammates did the cutting. Ick.
Teachers. Oh how? How can teachers be teachers? I know a handful and they are delightful and love their “kids.” I was a K-12 secretary for a few years, and I found the kids fun, but they sometimes are like ants.
They are everywhere. So, teachers out there — kudos from me. When you sit, quietly. HA. Who in this life has time to sit quietly? Rather when a moment comes over you and you have a true free second, what, I wonder, would be your dream to be?
Recently a woman I know was so excited to finally become a housewife and mother. She was able to leave her job and do exactly what she wanted. Stay home and enjoy every quickly passing moment of her kids while at home. “It’ll be tight,” she said.
I could see it in her eyes, on her last day of work, that her dream of being what she wanted was about to explode. That saying, “If you love what you do for a living, you will never work a day in your life.” Oh, how true that baby is. There is a young lady in our town who is embarking on a new venture of a store that will have three different parts to it.
The excitement bubbles through her skin. Some say she is young and has no idea what she is getting into. The “naysayers” of life. Oh, they are real. As real as the fact that millions of people will have cold turkey sandwiches the day after Thanksgiving! With chips. And olives. And deviled eggs-if there are any left over. Move it along munch mouth.
Do not let the “nay sayers” detour your dream. Go. Do be your dream.
Trina Machacek lives in Diamond Valley north of Eureka. Email itybytrina@yahoo.com.