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Joslyn over at Simple Lovely just announced that she has landed her first opportunity to actually have her dream job (which is to be an interior designer). I'll admit it made it a little easier for me to get out of bed this morning and ready to go to work, knowing that my real job is someone else's dream job. While there are so many wonderful aspects of being employed in the creative industry, there is something strange about your creative passion becoming your source of income. As soon as something that was once your personal outlet becomes your job, it's like it has an evil twin who can suddenly and unexpectedly turn up and whisper mean things in your ear that makes your dream job feel so much like a...well, a job. Don't get me wrong, 99% of the time I love it. And I still find myself pausing every once in a while in awe of the fact that buildings get built because I imagined them in my head and drew it out on paper. And that I create spaces that interact with people and affect how they feel in their environment. Oh, and there's all the beautiful textiles and furniture and what-not to play around with; that's not so shabby either. And getting to watch people walk through a space that is there because you created it - oh my, that's priceless.
Joslyn put the question out there about what your dream job would be, if money and personal skill in that arena weren't an issue. My answer? A whole lot of part-time jobs that add up to a whole career where everyday would be different than the one before. One where I could utilize my creativity, and capitalize on the fact that I can never make up my mind on what I actually want to do when I grow up, and I have a different life plan and passion every day. So here it is, my dream job would be: hospitality designer for boutique hotels / photo stylist / residential designer for clients who love mid-century furniture, sustainable practices and repurposed materials / yoga instructor / textile and product designer with Tam, working out of our shared studio in an industrial downtown loft, or maybe an old garage on a quaint street where the bungalows have been turned into coffee shops / baker / wedding stylist / blogger / boutique owner. And since this is my dream job I would write into my contract that at any moment, without notice or repercussion, any of the above-mentioned jobs may be added to / dropped / put on hold for whatever else tickles my fancy at that given moment.