Success -- Money versus Happiness

I had the best conversation with my mom today (there's somthing so comforting about talking to my mom sometimes...it seems the older I get, the better the understanding is between us. Talking to her feels like talking to my oldest friend who knows me better than anyone else -- like rereading my favorite novel; I know what to expect and there's comfort in that consistency). We don't talk what most would consider "often," but when we do we discuss any and everything. We stay on the phone for an hour or two (which is forever to me) but it doesn't feel that way.

I told my mom I was starting a blog and had narrowed it down to two ideas. Either an all-emcompassing detailed account of what's relevant to my life right now as I learn to navigate through my newly married status or a food blog. She seemed to be really into the latter, and I think I just may do both. This is a side note, but I absolutely head over heels in LOVE with food -- I love eating, I love trying new things, I love cooking, I love making things that look just as pretty as they taste, and I love the feeling I get when I watch someone enjoy something I've prepared. Just writing about food makes me smile to myself. In fact, when my husband I were just dating we used to have "food wars" where we would agree on a certain type of food, gather our ingredients at the grocery store and then see who could make the best dish. The winner was determined based on taste, appearance, and creativity. Even though cooking is more my thing, I have to admit, my hubby's skills are pretty impressive. Below are some pics from our sushi challenge. I bet you can't guess which is mine and which is his!

Which brings me to what my mom and I were talking about, the opportunity to earn an income doing something you love. I want to know who ever came up with the definition of what it means to be successful? Like, who says that a college degree is "standard" and a big paycheck equals success? Sometimes I feel like I am in a rat race to earn more, spend more, earn MORE, spend MORE, etc. As a single twenty something working for a non-profit many people assumed I was getting peanuts thrown at me, when in actuality I was making quite a bit more money than all of my friends. Now that I am married, and my paycheck is coupled with my husband's, we are doing quite well for ourselves. Even so, we aren't happy.

I can recall looking at my paycheck back in my college days and thinking, "Wow, if I could just bring home $300 more each month, I'd be so happy!" The funny thing is -- I'm not. And it's not just the amount of money I make, it's the fact that I don't feel fulfilled. I've got to believe that there are people out there who actually enjoy going to work everyday, so much so that it doesn't feel like a job.

Don't get me wrong, my husband and I are grateful to have our jobs, as they afford us a certain lifestyle, however, in my heart of hearts I have the suspicion that I would gladly accept my college paycheck if I could do what I love everyday for the rest of my life. Something I'd never have to retire from because I would continue to do it whether or not I was getting paid.

When you read stories about people who are wildly successful,  (and by wildly I mean they are at the top of their game in their field) nine times out ten it's because they are doing something they love. I know that if I commit to doing something that I enjoy, the sky is the limit on how far I could take it/how much money I can make/how happy I could be/and how much success I could have.

I'm not sure if I am ready to just up and quit my job yet, but I am willing to say that starting today, I am going to make an effort to commit to doing the things in life that make me happy. On that note, I am going to go cook something.