I have a great job, but it wasn’t always this way. I started working when I was fourteen years old at Dairy Queen, I worked at Blockbuster, Starbucks, Fabricland, I worked as a waitress, a telemarketer, a babysitter, an internet support technician.
But it was the summer I spent doing shift work as a manual laborer at a noisy, dirty steel factory when I decided that I never, ever wanted to hate my job.
I now work at an organization that allows me to engage with people in all corners of the country, that has supported my professional growth, that has challenged me to push the boundaries of what I’m capable of time and time again. I work with incredibly diverse talent who I learn from every single day.
I get the opportunity to travel, to experience the best that this country and world has to offer. I get a company car, a 401K, stock options, great compensation, and a company expense card. I work at an organization that has relocated me from Canada, to Arizona, to Chicago, all places I wanted to go.
I used to say that I’ve been lucky, as though these opportunities were just magically placed before me. But… luck? It’s such a fickle concept, luck comes and goes at random intervals, and is pretty indiscriminate in terms of what gifts it wants to give you.
This was more than just plain luck.
It was intentional creation – Cultivation, if you will.