Dream Job

I could argue with my family all night about whether blogging counts as a real profession and get absolutely nowhere. For them, a real job means going somewhere—an office, a store, a workshop. Having a boss. Definitely not working for yourself, which they see as basically admitting defeat and pretending you have income.

And yeah, blogging is rough. You never stop working. People constantly attack you. And whatever money actually materializes gets split between the tax office, insurance companies, and cease-and-desist lawyers. But I’d actually made peace with it. I was fine with not becoming a media designer. Fine with being a blogger.

Until Palina Rojinski put out that video.

Now I’m sitting here genuinely questioning my entire career path, because whatever she’s doing in that video—and I’m not going to be coy about it, she’s basically rubbing someone’s chest for money—looks like an objectively better job than this.

I mean, it probably doesn’t have an official job title. Or maybe it does and I’ve just never looked into it. But watching someone do it with that much ease and confidence, with that clear sense that the person paying for it is absolutely thrilled to be doing so, makes you sit back and think: what have I been doing?

It’s not that I regret being a blogger. It’s more that I’m now aware of a path I completely missed.