Why do I care about my job title?

A strange contradiction keeps coming up for me.

Some days, I don’t care about my job title, my achievements, or my skills. I wake up and think, What are we even doing? We’ve got one life, and this is what matters most? Just work? Whatever.

Other days, I care so much. I want a job title that reflects who I am. I’m ambitious, skilled, professional, I have so much to give. This matters. I care.

And then, the next day, I don’t care again. “Is this really living?”
Then the day after, “`Yep, this is absolutely living.”

These feelings now extend to other people too.
Tell me an honest, raw story. I want those conversations. What are you scared of? What do you truly want to do with your one life? I don’t care about your job title.

Except that… I do care.

I’m impressed when I hear a fancy job title. And I want a job title that inspires me, that captures who I am. I can’t escape it.

And maybe the day I get a fancy title, everyone will be impressed. I’ll feel “aligned.” Blah, blah, blah.

And then the next day… I won’t care.
And guess what, no one else will either.

Whatever my job title, the world will keep spinning. And hopefully, I’ll remember to make time for dancing, singing, laughing, and loving.

Because my gravestone certainly won’t list my job title, and I need to keep that in mind.