I came across these wonderful, thought-provoking lines by Tim Carvell in Fortune:
When we were small, we had dreams. Big dreams. We were going to be astronauts. We were going to be rock stars. We were going to win the Heisman. Our lives would be full of wonder and adventure: We would pull rabbits from hats, we would cure fancy diseases, we would marry royalty. Every night of the week we would don formal attire and go to yet another ceremony, at which we would win prizes and in our acceptance speeches make gracious yet pointed remarks about our childhood nemeses, who would seethe quietly with envy.
Yes, well. So much for that. In fact, we grew up to become office workers. It’s probably for the best, really. Better benefits. Less risk. More reasonable hours.
Still, just because you work in an office doesn’t mean you’ve forfeited the right to have fun. Maybe your job provides its own daily doses of excitementperhaps not fighting-off-a-giant-squid excitement, but excitement nonetheless. Or maybe you’ve found something to do in your downtime that you’re passionate about. And if you’re really lucky, maybe your job and your passion are one and the same. That interplay between what we have to do and what we want to be doing is what this issue is all about. It’s about the dreams we have now that we have to work for a living.