I’m not going to lie. I am no writer I have terrible grammar and my punctuation will be off. My opinion will make you question why you’re reading this. I’m a nobody. A man with some time on his hands and thoughts in his head. Someone that has struggled and made mistakes throughout this long road we call life. Reminder I am a nobody.
I have a regular 9-5 in Sales. I have a beautiful family that I’ve been blessed with. The road hasn’t been direct but I’ve feel like I’ve been able to navigate through it. I enjoy travel and food. I try to work out sometimes. I didn’t start out this way but I worked my way up in the manufacturing ranks. Worked tons of hours and found myself wondering will I ever be able to do something that is as fulfilling as my current position.
I think as a generality men struggle when it comes to finding a career that is fulfilling and ensuring that they are serving a purpose in life. I mean let’s be honest at our core we are providers. This dates back to tribal days when men would go on hunts to bring back food for their families. I consider myself a young family man and currently do not feel the fulfillment in life that I once did. I was the guy clocking in and out and without me production wouldn’t occur or be as good as it was the previous day. I found pride in that, granted I was a young man fresh out of high school failing through college all I wanted to do was work and offer everything I could to it. Now I sit here working a nice sales job where I get to travel and sell things and potentially find myself benefiting from this.
But am I happy?
Common Man 