Several hundred people reported to me that they’re odds with their daily work. So now, what are their options for happiness?

Now, with all this discussion on The Reflectionist recently about the nature and value of daily work, it may have brought about a particular question for those who find themselves at odds with their work.

How can I find work that makes me happy?

The first, and most important thing worth pointing out, is that whatever work you do, you take you with you.

What I mean is, we can point the finger and blame others or conditions for our problem, or we can accept that responsibility for personal happiness lies with us.

There’s nobody coming in on a white horse to save us from our shitty experience. Work experience can change, and does every second, but whether it will change into more of the same or something different is absolutely down to us.

When we wash the dishes, or hang out clothes, sweep the floor or paint a wall, design a website or coach a client, whatever work you want to pick it doesn’t matter.

What matters is who you bring to work.

The work is incidental!

Who you are being in the work is paramount — it is who you are.

Every time you do anything, be it work or play, you make a statement and you leave your mark.

You say; this is me.

People notice and make judgements whether or not they realise it. Their judgements are not your concern, but the quality of your output is.

If you make the response of other people, their admiration and appreciation or lack thereof, a precursor for the quality of your work, your work will always reflect that.

It’s paradoxical, but where you go deep and alone into work for the inherent enjoyment you receive from it, you stand out.

There are no shortcuts to this — it is simply a choice.

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