The above photo was taken at about 9:30pm last night. It’s my neighbor’s place (taken from inside my screen door because I was kinda trying to be inconspicuous and non-creepy, but that was a clear fail). I know you think I’m weird, but allow me to explain…
My neighbor is a CPA. Right now, it’s April 14th, 2016 — crunch time for this guy. He’s been there round-about this late for the last month or so. And he gets in around 7am. That’s a long f*king day.
You might think you know where I’m going with this... CPA/accountants are always stereotyped as having ‘those’ jobs. “Sure beats being an accountant,” people always say.
But here’s the thing… I kinda envy this guy. We’re good neighbors. We’re not besties or anything. But I know him in passing. And he has a pretty chill life. He’s a middle-aged dude. Drives a nice car — a newer Jeep. His wife often comes down and has lunch with him in the office (she drives a Range Rover). His attire is usually a t-shirt, athletic pants, and running shoes. Always has his little dogs with him in the office (yes, they regularly shit on my lawn — but that’s beside the point).
Most months, he works 9-ish to 3 or 4-ish. Weeks will go by at times without me seeing his car in his spot. I don’t know for sure, but it seems from the vibe I’m picking up from him and his family (yes, he fondly talks about his daughters who are off at college right now) that he has an incredible life.
He has a thing. A trade with a solid clientele who seems to love his work. Sure, he works his ass off this time of year — for about a month and a half. During this time, he digs his heels in and gets the job done. Another tax season, here and gone. But I’m sure he goes home and watches basketball, drinks a beer or four, and sleeps great at night. He takes ample time off and doesn’t complain about his work.
A lot of us who make things online and whatnot get obsessed with our work. This can be good. But we’re a stressed-out lot. Always hustling. Always running scared. It’s a constant game of keep-up. Especially at the beginning.
There’s a virtue in having boundaries. And there is a balance. Loving what we do while also loving our lives away from what we do.
I’m not saying that I want to be an accountant. A lot of people would wrongfully be arraigned on tax evasion charges if I were counting their beans. But I gotta say, we should give CPA’s a break. Seems they understand something a lot of us don’t.