Yesterday, my family went to the Phillies game, which they thankfully won. It’s been a rough season. The park was mostly full, but there were still lots of empty seats. And even though the team won, and there were some exciting moments, much of the game was lackluster; at least in terms of the fans. Even when the game ended with a victory, and the stadium was filled with the normal celebrations in sight and sound, the crowd didn’t seem into it.
During the game, there was a young family to the right of me with a girl who was probably around 6 or 7 years old. She was taking it all in and enjoying the game and festivities immensely. In between innings, as the camera panned the crowd, and folks were instructed to dance, flex their muscles, or just act crazy, she would laugh heartily. When she saw the antics of the Phillie Phanatic (it was his birthday), she filled our area with quite the belly laugh.
Yes, she was rooting for the team, and cheering at all the right moments. But, she wasn’t letting the teams sub par seasonal performance dampen her spirit. She was there to have fun, and fun was being had.
We laughed a little when the older couple in front of us would start dancing at the music, in what seemed out of character for them. They looked silly, but within the context of the game, they fit right in. They were enjoying the experience.
It got me to thinking: if the camera were pointed on me, would I get up and flex my not-so-evident muscles? Would I dance for a chance to be seen on the big screen? Or was I just an old fuddy duddy who was more concerned about appearances in front of 36,000 perfect strangers (minus the 10 or 15 other people there who I probably happened to know)?
I don’t ever want to lose my childlike love of baseball. I don’t want to take it so seriously that I begin to hate my own team and second guess the manager at every turn.
In fact, I don’t even want to lose my childlike love of anything, including what I do for a living. I want to wake up every day and get excited all over again. I get to do THIS for a living?? How cool!
If we go to work with that kind of attitude, it will be infectious, just like the little girl at the baseball game’s laughter. I began to see the game through her eyes, and it became more fun. Why should I care what other people think about me or how I look? I want to have fun and enjoy what I do, even when it might feel like drudgery.
Think back to when you started your business or started working there. That first morning you probably woke up all excited and invigorated to be starting a new chapter in your life. And quite possibly, over time, that excitement faded. All it takes to get it back is a simple attitude adjustment; the mere flip of an internal mental switch.
A few months ago I was talking to a chef who was pulling roasted pork apart to make…pulled pork! This British gentleman was older than me, and while we chatted, he looked up and with a twinkle in his eye, said to me:
“I get paid to do this!”
He was genuinely in awe of the fact that he got paid to pull pork and make food for others. It wasn’t work, it was fun!
You get to go to work today and (fill in the blank)!
Are you ready to reclaim that childlike wonder and begin enjoying your work again?
- How Do You View Your Small Business? (inklingmedia.net)
- Why I Dance (waxingunlyrical.com)
- Have You Let What You Do Define You? (kaarinadillabough.com)
- Life’s too short not to have fun (kaarinadillabough.com)