Why isn't this a job?

It’s 9:43 pm here in Thailand and this blog post is due to go out at 11pm, which is 8 am Pacific Standard time, crunch time. It’s been a long day and I am absolutely exhausted. I’m currently sitting on my bed in a very dim lit room, with a queen size mattress on the floor, my back pack and camera gear strewn about and a pack of cookies in my hand. It’s funny that this has become normal to me. Riding mopeds on the left side of the road, throwing toilet paper in the trash can (gross, but hey, such is life), eating breakfast on the beach, having a beard and doing something I love doing every day. Today I woke up and rode a scooter to “Paradise Waterfall”, swam, enjoyed the company of some new friends, had a watermelon shake, took some pictures (obviously) and returned back to ‘work’. Work! HAHA! My mom loves to tell me “well some of us actually have to work” (which she doesn’t, but she does anyways). Work has such a negative connotation these days. People have jobs they hate, they work insane hours and they drink away their weekend just to try and numb themselves for the repetition that is work life. It's a downward spiral.

Paradise

 At the moment I am writing blog posts for a dive school, making videos for them and managing their Instagram. Free stay, free food, and discounted (sometimes free) scuba diving. Why is this not considered work? Do I have to work 40 hours a week? Is there a minimum amount of money I have to make for it to be a job? Is unhappiness a required sentiment I must feel towards what I choose to do everyday? It’s easy to forget that we choose to go to work. Every morning that you decide to go to ‘work’, you forego your ability to do something else. When I chose to do what makes me happy, I had to let go of what was holding me back. I was spending all of my time and effort fulfilling others needs and not my own. It is absolutely crazy that we do that. Money comes and goes, but when you spend your time, it is gone forever. Do more of what makes you happy to be you. Smile at strangers, treat people with respect and never stop learning.

You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough
— Mae West

Stay Wild

Joe