Sixty Years to Find a Good Job

My dad has recently gotten the first job that he’s ever loved. He is giving tours at a wildlife refuge. He started this job after retiring from the post office, a job that he never really loved. He’s sixty years old. And whenever people give me that look because they don’t understand why I won’t just settle on a job and stay put, I will think about the fact that I am never going to be that person who waits until they are sixty to have a job that is reasonably enjoyable. At least I hope not.