I have to get something off my chest.
I work a lot. Like, a lot a lot. Being a product manager has about a 1:1 ratio of being ruthless and edifying. Running a product is much like raising a child; the gratifying moments of making a difference make up for the times you want retreat to the solitude depths of a dark cave where no one can find you ever again. A recent wave of well-meaning friends have taken concern to my time spent tunnel-visioned to my monitor and while I know their intentions are lovingly placed, the impression that I might be doing something wrong with my life is starting to bug me.
This perceived cataclysm that is my life is intentional. I fucking love my job.
I’m fortunate enough that my day-to-day agenda runs parallel with my personal interests. I’m a designer by trade. I work for Adobe. It really doesn’t get much better than that. I work in an environment which provides a never ending fix to my unforgiving addiction to learning, while working alongside inspiring leaders who have a genuine interest in fostering my growth (from what I can tell anyways.) Weekends have been delegated as “creativity time” which hey… means using Adobe products. This overlap doesn’t mean I’m working myself into the ground or neglecting a personal life, I’m simply exploring creative avenues to keep my mind sharp and inspired. As a creative person it’s imperative to stimulate ingenuity and never let your passion die. If I accomplish nothing but that outside of the 9-5, I’ve succeeded.
This does mean from time to time I go through bouts where I neglect my body for the sake of mental growth. I should probably go to the gym more and clean my apartment. When you love what you do, it’s easy to neglect personal day-to-day maintenance especially in sprints of rapidly approaching deadlines. Every few weeks I make sure to check myself, reprioritize, maybe pull myself away from the computer for a weekend trip to Vegas or an impromptu vacation to the beach. I love having fun, and I’m truly blessed that I find my job legitimately exciting.
To the well-wishers, I know your concern comes from a place of love and thanks for taking the time to think of me. But I’ve got this. The most important thing? At the end of the day I’m happy. Some nights I can’t wait to go to sleep so I can wake up and do it all over again. And I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that.
101,220 total views, 16 views todayPosted on April 7, 2013 by Sarah · 5 comments