Just because I like my job, does that mean it’s not a real job?
Just because I have fun at my job, does that mean it isn’t real work?
Just because I teach kids to paint and use clay, does that mean I don’t have real responsibilities?
Just because I “play” with kids all day, does that mean my job isn’t really important?
Just because I have conversations at work about striped ducks, does that mean my job isn’t serious?
Just because I’m happy with my job, does that mean it doesn’t matter?
Just because I don’t suffer at my job, does that mean I don’t contribute?
If you prick me, do I not bleed?
Er… never mind that last one, but…
Apparently, because I have chosen a career path that makes me happy and is satisfyingly fulfilling in all its fun, imaginative and creative ways, and because I do not make as much money, my job does not have the same value as real jobs in real, professional fields. And to this, I ask…
Just because you made bad decisions in your life and with your career choices, does that mean I have to be punished for mine?