What My First Job Taught Me

When I was a little tyke, I used to call family meetings, complete with presentations and visual aid graphs and charts. My objective was to show my parents all the reasons I wanted to make money and why I thought an allowance was not only appropriate, but necessary.

Those meetings didn't get me very far, even with my posture of authority in using a broken radio antenna as a pointer.

Still wanting to expand my earning potential, I wrote a letter to my dad's boss asking for work. I asked if there could be a "family day" in which families could come to the office or the job site (construction) and do things that would earn some spending money.

It turns out that letter landed on a soft heart and my dad's boss, Joe, hired me to wash my dad's work truck. I was only about eight or nine years old at the time.

Using supplies I purchased myself, I earned $20 a month washing my dad's work truck. I had to wash it once a week in order to earn my full pay, and I was always eager for washing day to roll around.

Something happened within when I landed that first job. I had made a pitch, and accepted a (better) counter offer. I started thinking of all the ways and methods I could earn money and go into business.

From the time I was a kid, I was an entrepreneur. I just didn't realize it then.

Then, I "grew up." I finished school, landed some good-paying jobs, and thought I was on the fast-track to genuine adulthood.

I was doing what was normal, what was expected, and what I was taught to do - earning a living holding a reputable position with a reputable company doing routine work.

And I was miserable.

I had all kinds of ideas and solutions outside the standard corporate box, and I was often looked at as if I were a numskull for thinking them, let alone voicing them.

But that entrepreneurial kid inside me was persistent. She's who got me here, today, doing work I love from home, to give me more meaningful time spent with my family.

I'm still doing presentations and pitches and ending up with opportunities better than I first anticipated, and (cough) 30 (cough) years later, that little, creative girl lives on.

No doubt when you were a kid, you had dreams and aspirations. You had ideas of what you wanted to be when you grew up, ways you wanted to earn (and spend!) money, and new ideas for ways to make things more fun, more enjoyable, and more worthwhile.

Where is that little kid today?

Sitting in a cubicle? Stuck in traffic? Taking notes at yet another bored, I mean - boardroom meeting?

Set your inner child free. Tune back in to the ideas, the inspirations, and the freedom you cherished as a kid. Use those to your advantage. Make life - make WORK - more fun. More meaningful. More worthwhile.

Dreams don't have to die in adulthood. Find them, reignite them, and pursue them. Don't be afraid of opportunities.

You never know what might be waiting on the other side of a bright idea.

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