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Work, money, and happiness

Chicory Blue

Secretly Queen of the Moon
Oct 9, 2016
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On my mind today.

There’s no shortage of truisms on these topics. “If you find a job you love, you’ll never work a day in your life.” “Money can’t buy back the time you spend earning it.” The Beatles famously offered conflicting statements on the topic, noting that “money can’t buy me love,” and yet, “your lovin’ don’t pay my bills.”

At present, I scrape by on a pair of jobs I absolutely love. They’re fulfilling, exciting, make excellent use of my skills and interests, and afford me lots of time to center myself and be creative. Day to day, I’m content, but anxious- living paycheck to paycheck, there isn’t enough money left over for a meaningful savings or to deal with emergencies, and worry is the constant surface noise on the album of my life.

Today I feel closer to happiness than I’ve ever been, but I don’t know if I’m really *there* yet. Meanwhile, I watch people in my life pulling in more money than I could imagine finding a use for, but they’re seldom happier than me- some make a better living on work that means nothing to them, while others sink too much time into their jobs to have a life beyond work.

Some people take the stoic path and accept that work is supposed to suck- they grin and bear it. Others flush cushy jobs down the toilet just because they aren’t engaged by them. Some people spend their youth working their way up to hold their dream job in their old age, some couldn’t stand that thought, and others still don’t have the luxury to make the choice. Some don’t care what they do, so long as they can pursue their passion. Some don’t seem to have a passion at all.

If there’s a “right” way to survive and pursue happiness at the same time, I’ve yet to find it. It seems like self-actualization is a very different journey for every person. Happiness is ever-elusive, but I suppose if it weren’t, life wouldn’t be all that engaging a pursuit to begin with.

I’m curious, though. With the average age on this forum being double my own, I imagine most of you have been answering these questions for yourself long enough to know what you’re talking about, while those closer to my own circumstance may have a perspective worth sharing as well. I invite all to participate.

So, where are you guys at in all this?

Do you feel like you have what you need? Are you working toward something better, or are you content where you are? Would you do something differently if you could?

Are you happy with your job, or in spite of it?

Are you happy at all?

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I can see where , if a person does not have sufficient income or means they could easily be unhappy.

On the other hand, as Abraham Lincoln said " People are about as happy as they make up their minds they're going to be".

I know quite a few people that have a lot of money and they are the most miserable sods I've ever met.

Sorry if this is not quite on the topic of jobs.
 
I can see where , if a person does not have sufficient income or means they could easily be unhappy.

On the other hand, as Abraham Lincoln said " People are about as happy as they make up their minds they're going to be".

I know quite a few people that have a lot of money and they are the most miserable sods I've ever met.

Sorry if this is not quite on the topic of jobs.

Comments on happiness itself are definitely within the bounds of discussion. Your input is appreciated. c:

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I had it both ways for a while, money & loving my job. Then the money became more important & the jobs became more dangerous, to the point that I left the game.

I know a couple of guys who are still pulling down the big bucks working offshore & getting to spend loads of time with their families as well.
8 weeks on, 8 weeks off.
 
It's always a balance. I own two small businesses. It can suck when you go periods without making money, but one allows me to really help people, another allows me to combine an interest (baseball) with something I enjoy (wood working) to meet people and make some money (making custom baseball bats).

Sleeping well at night beats another zero in your bank account IMO.
 
I think a false sense of entitlement can get in the way of a lot of people's happiness. The idea that they're better than their job. I hear this every day. I don't wanna be here. I hate this job. This job is bull poopy. Well leave then. If you don't want this job I guarantee there's someone else that does. I don't hate my job. I don't love it. It's a job. I do the best with what I have and don't think I deserve more. If I want more than I can do what it takes to be able to earn more. The world doesn't owe me squat.
 
I just retired, as of Dec 31st. I hated my last job of 12 years. I used to tell people I worked for the devil. The pay wasn't great, compared to my previous job, but it paid the bills and then some. Prior to that, I worked for a large consumer electronics company. I enjoyed that job, and it was related to music. I was sorry to have lost it. They "restructured" the company, and I was one of 20,000 people who were laid off.

I'm happy now that I don't have to work. Retirement is good. I was happy before, when I wasn't at work...
 
Balance. That's the key.

I have a job that I really like but don't love.

It allows me more free time than most but not as much as I would like.

It pays me plenty to live and save but not enough to get rich.

It's not stress free but it's less stressful than most.

Rarely can you have it all..... meaningful work that pays a lot and stresses little and allows you tons of free time to be you.

The only advice I would offer you is this. Saving for retirement in your 50s will be more than stressful. I am 46 and have plenty of friends in their 50s. They are in two groups. Laid back people who have their retirement goals figures out and have for years and stress buckets who have no idea how they'll ever retire. The former aren't all rich.

The happiest couple I know are a UPS driver and a nurse. Neither are getting rich. But they saved from day one. They paid cash for their kid's college and several years ago paid off their house. They have always lived a little more modestly than they had to. But now they are about to retire a few years early and still not go hungry. They'll both find little part-time stuff to piddle at but that's just who they are.

Point being, don't ruin your present. But don't go thinking the future will fix itself either.
 
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I find that I have never reached the point of Sinead O' Connor ( I Do Not Want What I Haven't Got ) but have got to a point where my wants are few and my needs have been met.

I enjoy expensive things and have quite expensive tastes ( my former career afforded me such things ) but they have never supplanted my love and appreciation for the simpler things. ( I come from very humble roots ) In fact, since my former career ended and my need to downsize and simplify became a necessity I've come to realize my mental state is more stable, if not better. My worries have seemingly followed suit. I'm not sure I can draw any particular or meaningful corollary between the two financial states except that I am not driven to move ahead these days.

I am happy to be counted among the best at what I do where I'm at. It's enough. I take my professional joys in the success of others. Oddly I find no fault in my former mindset ( aggressively obsessed with rising above my former station in life ) but can now honestly say I wasn't doing it for just myself but the perception of self.

I suppose age and wisdom has also brought a certain amount of comfort living in my own skin. And there, is the rose of knowledge that took 50 years to bloom. My personal happiness was directly connected to my love of self. It just took a very long time to find myself worthy of such love. Nothing and nobody could have given it to me.
 
I know quite a few people that have a lot of money and they are the most miserable sods I've ever met.

Yeah, I know guys who sit around boasting about how they won't go back to work for less than $1K/day, but then they get bent out of shape when a local restaurant charges them more than $1 for a bottle of water.
OTOH some of the poorest I've met were the happiest. Tending to their rice fields & being close to nature every day.

I can only think of a couple of guys (already mentioned) who have the best of both worlds, big salaries & very happy.
 
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I think a false sense of entitlement can get in the way of a lot of people's happiness. The idea that they're better than their job. I hear this every day. I don't wanna be here. I hate this job. This job is bull poopy. Well leave then. If you don't want this job I guarantee there's someone else that does. I don't hate my job. I don't love it. It's a job. I do the best with what I have and don't think I deserve more. If I want more than I can do what it takes to be able to earn more. The world doesn't owe me squat.

Easy to say - not always so easy to do. Ask anyone over 50 how easy it is to get another job.
 
I have lived below the poverty line and worked as a suit and tie manager in a large corporation and a lot of things in between. The most unhappy time in my clean and sober life was my time as a corporate manager. I was working 60 or more hours per week and was burned out. My son was a teenager and really needed me at that time. I had nothing left for him. I made lots of money but I was miserable. Part of that was my own fault for letting that corporation own me. I realize not all companies are like this, I just ended up in a bad one.
I can no longer work in my old trade because of an injury. I make a lot less now than I did in the past but I have plenty of juice left for my family and other activities.
God willing I will be retiring in 9 weeks. I am able to do that because my wife and I are not extravagant spenders. We own our house and don't owe money to anyone. Not rich, but doing alright.
For the last twenty years or so I have always given away at least ten percent of what I earn, sometimes more. I don't keep track. Funny thing about that, it seems the more I give away the less I need.
Looking forward to spending lots of time with my wife, going to the gym, writing, playing music, spoiling my grandson, helping the homeless and working with addicts when I retire. I already do all of that but soon I will have more choices about how I spend my time.
Some folks might consider me wealthy because I own a home in San Francisco. I bought that house a long time ago at way, way less than what houses here sell for now. We also scrimped and saved to pay it off asap.
Life is good, I'm rich in love.
 
For me, "WORK" is like brushing your teeth or taking a dump, i.e. something that ya just have to do most every day. My "DAY" doesn't really begin until that stuff gets done.

For reference, I have been at the same job for 27 years (environmental lab tech). Do I love it?-no, do I like it?-no, do I hate it?-no.

I went to school to be an autobody technician, all I learned is that I hate doing body work even though I love cars, hehe. I don't know that I want a job that overlaps my hobbies.
 
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Happiness generally has very little to do with how much money you have or the things you have.

Also, the more money you have the more things you have to spend money on until the increased amount doesn't feel as drastic. That's why someone making $150k per year might be concerned about $1 bottle of water at a restaurant.
 
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For 37 years, I've been on college campuses producing educational audio and video programs, satellite teleconferences, and figuring out where the "next thing" is gonna be.

That pursuit led me into distance education 20 years ago, and I've been working with online courses and continuing education since then. In the last 3 years, I've become the guy managing the classroom design and technology for a 32,000 student university. In the process I earned a PhD which helped me "join the old boys club" and make a few extra bucks.

Some days have been plain work. Most days have had at least some fun. My schedule isn't 8 to 5, and I have flexibility to do what I need to during the day. If I need an hour to run an errand, I take it. Quality of life is pretty decent in this setting.

But there's something kinda important and fun (also challenging) in trying to make the right moves to position an entire university for success with its teaching technology. That has kept me going past age 65 and probably will for another year or more.
 
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Thank you all for your insights so far.

Happiness has long been something that’s evaded me, along with purpose in general. These last few years have been a real growth spurt for me, and for the first time in my life I feel pleased with what I’m doing and where I am. My jobs let me help people while being a creative problem-solver, I share an apartment with some people I’m very comfortable around and I have the time and freedom to explore music extensively. Most of my life fits in my room, and it feels simple and yet full.

Being dependent on roommates to make rent and the constant threat of an unforeseen expense knocking me completely out of orbit, however, leaves me with the feeling that I’m not really a whole person yet, and that’s frightening and frustrating. What’s more, I’m technically qualified for “better” jobs that would afford me full financial stability, but I’m really scared that pushing myself into a job I don’t love is going to shake me away from all the happiness I’ve fought so hard to cultivate. I’m finally content here, but sooner or later I’m going to have to change, somehow.

In the mean time, while I sort this out, it’s at least reassuring to hear that folks are doing well in their own adventures. Life’s a big, weird, complicated thing, but I guess we manage, at least for as long as we do.

This, however, "worry is the constant surface noise on the album of my life" made my day!

Thank you.
I was just gifted my first record player last night, and got a well-used vinyl to go with it, so that’s where my head is at. :p

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Funny thing..... This very thing has been on my mind a lot lately. I left my rockstar life in 1991 when my son was born and laid the foundations for a business. Worked my kazoo off reaching for that dream. Loans, worrying about cash flow.. All that mess. Now the business is remarkably successful by anyone’s standards. Yet, I still am opening the door before six and locking the door well into the night each and every day.... Wife and I adopted two babies last year. I am so exhausted that nothing sounds fun. It’s just something to wedge into an already exhausting schedule...... My daughters family struggles and asks me often how comfortable it is to not worry about bills.... Well the worries are just larger now and every bit as stressful...... Having financial success does not come with ease of lifestyle or worry..... Here lately I have had a rash of acquisitions outfits trying to get me to sell the business. Well, how can I do that when I owe my heart and soul to those that work for me and help carry my burden?...... The Long and short is, I understand your dilemma and your query. I long for the day that I struggled to make rent but had fun playing rockstar. I heard it said this way.... There is no easy life. There is just life. Somehow that makes good country sense to me..... We play the cards we are dealt and make the best of it best I can tell.
 
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