This statement has two very different and very impactful meanings for me.
First, I was told 30 years ago that because of my physical and mental health concerns I would never be able to work another day in my life. In a way, I proved them wrong because I worked as a nanny for some great boys, helped my husband with his web-hosting and design company, went to culinary school, worked at various church camps, made and decorated cakes and am now writing a blog. It may not be conventional work, but ain’t too shabby either.
Second, someone told me “If you love what you are doing, you will never work another day in your life”! Now that is an entirely different outlook than the first one.
The kicker is they were told to me by the same person (one of my counselors), on separate occasions. No, he hadn’t forgotten he mentioned the first one. The second was when I was contemplating going to culinary school, with no guarantee that my health would allow me to get through school, let alone working afterward.
How could he possibly give me such encouraging words when he told me when he first became my doctor that bipolar, clinical depression, OCD, and physical health issues that I would NEVER work again? Well, I became more confident with every challenge put in front of me. I worked very hard at beating the labels that were put on me, beating the odds of breaking through the barriers of mental illness.
Culinary school was no walk in the park, and as was my habit thanks to bipolar, I didn’t make it any easier on myself. At 46 I was the oldest in the class and some of the younger students resented me because it was like they were in school with their mother. I was diagnosed with osteoarthritis while attending and that also challenged me. I was the slowest at cutting veggies, got rattled when things went into crunch mode. I took more days off than were allowed, but paid the price by losing marks just for not being there. In the end, I passed by 5%. If I had not had 14 days off and had completed the one assignment that I missed out on, I would have had one of the highest marks in the class.
However, it taught me more than how to cook, how to memorize seven different custard recipes for an exam, how to cut a chicken into eight even pieces. I learned much about myself – what my passions were (and weren’t). I honestly thought that cooking/baking/decorating were going to be that job where you never work another day in your life.
But they weren’t.
What I loved as a child, lost out on through mental and physical illness, was told I could never make money at is something I should have remembered. I wanted to be a writer from very early on in my life. It is my passion. It is where I feel confident and alive. At the moment, I am not making money off of it, but it doesn’t matter because I feel so good while I am writing.
So, I never will “work” another day in my life, and I couldn’t be happier!