During the time in which I have been a student, I have had a job as a writer. On those rare occasions when I actually have time to write something other than school papers, I write for online agencies that pay per piece. This kind of work is not career writing. It is a job.
Prior to grad school, I owned a content company and contracted work out to workers in foreign countries and the USA. This was a career. It was a business. It was a pain in the ass,and I hated it…. but I could have done it forever. I opened this business where I kept books, paid taxes and had employees. Career. Not job.
On July 6th, when I graduate, I will begin my new career, one that integrates psychology, art, writing and that has a focus on empowerment. Thus far, however, my career is that of an artist.
I started making art as a child, studied art extensively in college and beyond and supported myself doing this. To this day, I continually supplement my education as an artist, go to exhibits, museums and visit other artists’ studios in order to stay abreast of what is current in the industry. This is a career. It is a career in which I spend long hours into the night, go into production, cut my fingers, lose sleep, get filthy, sometimes fail and sometimes succeed. It isn’t glamorous. Sometimes it can be the most frustrating, non-gratifying endeavor in the universe. Sometimes I make virtually no money at it, but when I do…man-o-man-o-man! It feels great.
See the difference? Job vs. Career