Over the last 10 days
I have been keeping a “journal” which started off with a bit of writers block, then
I started to notice patterns in the way I thought and certain things I do daily
as a working professional that I don’t think twice about. Every morning before
I wake up I reach over and grab my iphone to check my email, this is before
I’ve even climbed out of bed to make my morning coffee. This is about as similar as my actions
are everyday but my thoughts and motivations are generally the same. I work
with my eggs in many different baskets, teaching, recruiting and interning.
It’s been the Easter
holidays so my teaching hours have calmed down quite significantly. Last week I
co-directed an Easter workshop in Swanley Kent, with students aged between 6-16. The kids aren’t used to performing but
on the last day we produced a mini performance for the parents to come and
watch. I was surprised at how
passionate I was about these children that I hardly knew and how much I wanted
them to succeed, I was aiming for the finesse that I expected as Company
Manager on my cruise liners and worked through the lunch hours giving tuition
to the children who were struggling with certain bits. As a trained performer we are tuned to
be perfectionist, practising that pirouette in front of the mirror until
perfect (on both legs!) This discipline carries with us throughout our entire
professional career. After the performance (which was a success… Just about!) I
felt a bigger sense of happiness, relief and accomplishment than I have done
after my own personal performances. I was buzzing for the rest of the day. I
have however noticed that this comes with the job.
Today I taught in
Sevenoaks, Kent. Covering a class I don’t normally teach and I still felt the
same sense of achievement watching the 10 girls perform a routine I cheographed
and giving it their hardest efforts having only met me an hour before.
I could write on
linking this feeling of accomplishment to all my work, which would be true, I
aspire to get the most out of each day and come home feeling proud of my days
work. Surely this is exhausting? It probably would be if I didn’t love my
work.
On reflection of my
diary these past 10 days I wonder if people in most careers have this sense of
ambition and ownership of their work or is that strictly limited to performers?
I’d like to think that everybody is fulfilled by there days work, retirement
age is increasing after all!
