Today’s prompt is, “What job would you do for free?”
First, I sat with that for a moment and thought about it. I thought about all the things I love doing or at least get joy from. Teaching. Writing. Reading. Baking. Sewing. Spending time with my grandkids. Working out. Then I thought about doing those jobs, or how those things might be turned into jobs. Teaching, whether it’s language arts or technology, whether it’s kids or adults. Writing — blog posts, short stories, poetry, my novel, research. Reading, like as an editor or proofreader, maybe. Baking cookies, cakes, brownies, bread. Sewing clothes, cross stitch, embroidery. Spending time with my grandkids — babysitting. Working out — coach, personal trainer.
I decided the only job I would do for free would be babysitting my grandsons. But please don’t think I’m some pillar of kindness! I love those boys more than life itself, and I do babysit them on occasion and of course, I don’t make my daughter and son-in-law pay me. But if I needed to babysit them regularly, I would never ask to be paid for two reasons: 1.) That’s my daughter, my family, and I would never ask to be paid to take care of family; and 2.) If I had to babysit the boys regularly, it would likely be because they were in some sort of situation where they couldn’t afford child care, so I wouldn’t be asking them for money.
All that being said, though, I actually would work for Free in all those other ways. Kinda. Sorta. Because I kinda sorta already have.
When I was teaching, I regularly worked beyond my contracted hours and days, and I did it happily because I enjoyed serving the people I worked for. Reading, and writing, I do this all the time to help people by helping to edit something they wrote. I bake things at my daughter’s request for parties or gatherings, and I bake things to share with friends and family. I sew to create gifts for people. When I had my personal trainer certification, I created some workouts for people because they asked and I wanted to help them. So I guess doing those things meant I was working in some capacity for free. I think we all work for free in some capacity. But at the same time, what exactly does it mean to work for free? Because money is the most common way to be paid for working, but it’s not the only currency. Yes, when I babysit my grandsons, I don’t get paid any money. But I get to build a relationship with them, and I get hugs and smiles. That’s some pretty rich currency right there! And the other day, while sitting on the couch with my oldest grandson (he’s 3 1/2), completely out of the blue, he scooted over, snuggled up under my arm, and said, “I really love you a lot, Meemaw.” There is no amount of money you could pay me that would be equal to that.
So I would do lots of jobs for free. Kinda. Sorta.






