Day 61

Jack of all trades, master of none.

I remember the first time I heard that phrase. I thought, "Hey!! That's me!!" followed immediately by "Oh fuck. That's me..." 

Nothing sums up my previously subconscious approach to work (and life) more than that phrase. For better or worse. Exactly two months after getting laid of from a job I hated, I have 3+ jobs that I love. I love them for a ton of reasons but I think what I love most is the fact that I don't have just one job. I don't wear just one metaphorical hat. Every week I split my time between three very different jobs requiring three very different interests and skills. On the days I work all three jobs, instead of feeling overwhelmed, I feel quite liberated. If I were teaching ESL or slinging grape juice exclusively, I think I'd eventually find myself anxious again. I used to think this anxiousness was the result of not finding the "right" job. Now I know it's BECAUSE I've found the right jobs. Jobsss with an sss. 

I've made peace with the fact that I'll never be really good at anything. I don't have the patience nor desire to concentrate on honing one skill or learning one art. I get bored. I start wondering what else I would be missing out on if I spent all my time at one job. Or in one city. Or with the same people. 

This is bad because I'm also one of those people that enjoy steady paychecks, health insurance and 401k. Paying $500 for health insurance is just stoopid. But I'll figure all that out. For now, I'm running with the jack of all trades thing. It's fun. My new jobs may not have the traditional benefits like vision and dental but I think they are doing worlds for my overall health and well-being. My quality of life has skyrocketed. And money had nothing to do with it. Imagine that.