Confucius (allegedly) said: Do a job you love and you will never have to work a day in your life.
Who am I to argue with Confucius?
So, that’s precisely what I did. Because I loved television,
I studied television in college, and then I went to work in television.
I loved to watch figure skating, so I became a television figure skating producer.
After my oldest son was born and the travel associated with skating
competitions became unmanageable, I switched to working in soap operas–because I loved soap operas. In the meantime, because I loved to read, I also wrote books, primarily figure skating mysteries and romance novels.
Ultimately, having three kids
and going into an office every day became too difficult, so I switched
to freelance writing part-time. And, in addition to raising children, I
began writing about educating children. And about finding free stuff to do with children. And just general raising children (do I really need to link this one)?
In other words, every single aspect of my life, from my marriage, to
my parenting, to the stuff that I do for fun, became a job. At which
point, it ceased to be fun.
I can no longer watch television without analyzing it to death (a
primary reason why nobody wants to go to the movies with me. Apparently,
being trapped in a dark room with a person who sees every plot twist
coming from a mile away is… annoying, to put it politely).
I can’t watch skating without thinking of how I might turn it into a
book. Or how I would have covered a given story if I were there on-site.
I can’t read without comparing it to my own work, good and bad.
As for my kids, well, let’s just say everything is blogger fodder.
I am now basically working 24/7.
Read my entire lament at: http://www.kveller.com/blog/parenting/all-work-no-play-makes-mom-tired/
And if you have tips, I'm all ears!