Trade for a trade?

I am not going to lie to you, I do enjoy my job. Writing is something I have always been passionate about and I would be happy to do this role for the rest of my life. Heck, I could even write about the rest of my life whilst I am at it but the only time I begin to doubt myself is when I look at some of my friends. The vast majority of them went down a very different route to me and they all learned a trade. Creativity was always my things and I was never inclined to work as a plumber or a carpenter. Not because I think they are beneath me or anything like that – anything I can’t do and someone else can do well I am normally always in awe at – but because I just never found things like that interesting. Everybody is different and that is what makes the world go round. If everyone was the same then we would just have a world of plumbers and there would be nobody to write the newspapers each morning or cook your food in your favourite restaurant. The world needs variety to keep spinning but it has made me wonder whether or not I made the right choice.

A lot of my fiends are now making some very good money for their age. They know their business inside out as they have spent years learning the ropes at college and occasionally university and they are very good at it. They will get new business through word of mouth, go to the person’s house and fix their problem before coming home again. They can then leave a large invoice for the person they have just helped and nobody will question it as they are providing an essential service.

It isn’t just the good pay that I am slightly jealous of. Whilst my life mainly revolves around a 9-5 schedule every day of the week, every week of the year, my friends who have learnt a trade seem to be able to set their own hours. Some of them won’t start working until 10am, (which is a vast improvement on my 6am regular wake up time) and then they can finish after doing one job for the day because it pays so well. They will normally only work four or five hours in the day and when I am stumbling through the door after getting up so early, knowing I will probably end up going to bed as late as I normally do I can’t help but to think I may have made the wrong choice somewhere.

The final thing that has made me question my choice in career is that fact that they know what to do in the scenarios I don’t. Sure, if somebody came up to both of us and said “can you write me 500 words on the situation in Syria?” then we know who is likely to come out on top, but if anyone came and asked anything even vaguely practical like “Can you help me fix my boiler?” or “I need help building a shed, are you in?” then there’s only one person they are going to pick! My complete lack of practicality in these situations still baffles and confounds me to this very day. How can any one person be so useless so consistently in any of these scenarios when they have grown up being surrounded by people who know what to do in each of them? I don’t know the answer to this and I very highly doubt that I will ever find it out.

Yes all of my friends may have made a habit out of visiting websites like houseofgenerators.org on a regular basis and most people would find this boring but it has worked out very well for each and every one of them. We all chose very different career paths and they will all turn out differently. Mine may end up being the right choice and I’ll go on to being a successful millionaire writer, but for now, as I watch all of my friends work 20 hour weeks and go on holiday all of the time I am having my doubts….

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