When I was growing up I know it wasn’t exactly an uplifting household that formed our childhood. My silly old parents both came from rather strenuous upbringings and they passed a lot of their own family traumas down to their adolescents. They were not unquestionably well adapted, optimistic or supportive people. I remember being taught that life was a long series of obligations, and you just have to get over it. Finding a work was basically just about choosing an industry that you did not completely hate and sticking with the same project until you died. That’s how both of our siblings wound up being some sort of certified Heating and Cooling professionals directly out of high college. Whenever they were graduating, our dad essentially forced my poor sibling’s to attend a trade college. They both wound up in the heating and cooling industry at that point because they were less interested in the plumbing field. Once they started in the heating and cooling professional college down the block, I know both of our siblings felt out of their element. They did not uniquely like the process of constantly going to see residential homes to repair broken cooling systems, however, at the same time they recognized that they easily earned a steady paycheck through this air quality control specialization. I know they did not genuinely hate the heating and cooling field, so therefore both of them hunkered down and stuck with their air quality control gigs. Only recently 1 of our siblings mentioned her disdelight with the heating and cooling repair field that she worked in. She had never genuinely wanted to be an Heating & A/C professional, but she found a “good enough” profession in the Heating & A/C repair field. Now, the longer she did the HVAC dirty work, the more she genuinely wanted to become a therapist.