Be paid abundantly for doing what I love

Why, when I make things for people as a gift, do they offer to pay me…

I mean, I just don’t get it.

thats just one stop on my path to success. I have so many loves that i would spend a life time endulging in success. I am just a creative being and I want my abundance to come from that.

My fingers are filled with hot air. I’ve been told I have a fertile imagination. I’m a relatively fast typer. I’d like to bank on all of this, so I’ve been digging through my closet for all my past college textbooks regarding Reading and English classes.

Hell, even if I’m writing half cocked paperback porneia, it’s better to my personal psychological makeup than some of the things I’ve done in the past.

I have many loves in life, but I think the most satisfying is gardening. In the new year I intend to grow many plants from seed and cuttings to sell. My ultimate goal is to have a garden centre of my own :D

In order for me to be paid for what I love I first have to accept it. I often have to stop myself from putting the cart before the horse. Let me accept and love what makes my heart sing.

This is starting to feel like a bad joke…

I got half of what I asked for.

This is not abundance.

Then again, this is my day job, and not the thing I love most...

Do what you love, even if no one is willing to pay you abundantly yet. I think my brain is stuck in a little rut looking for my perfect dream job (um, not that I know what that is yet). I need to remember that no one can stop me from doing what I love—except me. If I am waiting to see a job description that reads like this

Wanted Someone to do what Flash loves
and nothing else. No experience necessary. Salary: exorbitant.

before I start doing it, I may never get anywhere.

Instead, I need to follow this maxim: “Do what you love, and the money will follow.”

Well, this dovetails nicely with another goal of mine.

Turns out the boss, who is notorious for not answering emails and not giving raises, cheating his employees out of as much money as possible and lying his face off at every opportunity, actually has a legitimate excuse this time. Very legitimate. Apparently, over the holidays, he was involved in a hideous skiing accident. Shattered both his legs and crushed a couple vertebrae in his lower back. He’s had two operations and nearly died.

Gee, I certainly don’t feel crappy for bad mouthing him.

What do you do when a real jerk has something awful happen to him? You can’t even dislike him properly anymore. Then again, he was probably drunk… How sorry can/do I have to feel for someone like this?

added later: Oh, stupid question. He’s exists. I feel bad for him. Nobody deserves awful things. I’m rotten at disliking people.

Sent him a final email, the gist of which was give me a raise or I’m outta here. I’m the reason he’s gotten a lot of his recent contracts. What a shyster! What a two-bit operation! Even if he says yes, I should start looking for another job. Just the idea that my slave labour is funding another of his spa vacations when I can’t even afford a haircut—AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!