How in the world did I end up getting my dream job? I think it kind of snuck up on me and then before I knew it I was actually doing what I always wanted to. (This didn't happen without enduring through a horrible, terrifically terrible job, but that is for another post.) I am 41 years old and have wanted my dream job for over 20 years, but it seemed to evade me (and most other individuals I have talked to for that matter) It always seemed selfish to want my dream job, because it would mean that my family would in some way suffer as I worked my dream job. (Is living off a $100 a month suffering?)
So today I am writing from the Canary Islands off of Spain. Tomorrow I get to teach a workshop on Organizational Behavior and leadership development which is the next best thing to Disney World for me. The only thing that isn't perfect in this scenario is that I don't have my wife and daughters with me. To be honest it is great to be in the Canary Islands eating fresh seafood and drinking virgin pina coladas, but the travel is but a small part of my dream job. Is it that I get to teach about Org Behavior and Leadership?--partly, because I am so passionate about the topic. I figured out I had my dream job today when I had dinner with Alejandro from Italy (yes easy to remember thanks to Lady Gaga---and I wanted to sing it out really loud, but then he made reference to it and ruined my moment), Thomas (pronounced To' mas) from Sweden, Edwin from the Netherlands, Carlos from Portgual and Heike (pronounced Heika) from Germany.
You would think that this would make for difficult conversation, oh contrair!-- with the accents flying and the english abused every other sentence (who am I to judge I don't speak three to four languages like everyone else at the table!) we had a great discussion that covered topics about family, country politics, most funny moments and our favorite foods. As I sat watching everyone at the table I realized I was incredibly lucky to be having experiences and meeting people that are changing me and making me a better person, father, husband and world citizen. I left dinner a better person, because I now have 5 friends who are more similar to me than I would have ever expected. It is difficult to think of a situation where you get to eat with 5 different people, from 5 different countries. I am grateful for this job and the time I have it. Will it last forever? Probably not--some heathen will cut my position or the economy will kill the need for our product. But I am going to love it and enjoy it and take advantage of it every moment I have. Because it makes me a better person and how many people can say that about their jobs? (hopefully more than I think!)
(P.S. They had to choose a team name and the idea of flaming pirates came up---I convinced them it wasn't such a good idea.)
Sunrise from Tenerife, Spain