I'm happy with and proud of all the jobs I do. My primary one, of course, is wife and homeschooling mother, around which all my other work commitments are scheduled. I'm coming up on my fifteenth anniversary, and just the other day, a street musician downtown asked if we were newlyweds.

My oldest, with whom relations were rocky during adolescence, now comes over several times a week just to hang out and calls me for advice. The oldest boy still happily gives me hugs and kisses in front of people, and the baby is the most adorable child on the planet. So yeah, I'm good there.
On the money side, process serving is a necessary cog in the justice system wheel, and I'm good at it, so I'm pleased. I swore when I was younger that I would never do a job that I thought was frivolous and pointless, after working as a party planner for a boss who gave everyone ulcers over whether the bows matched the flowers on the centerpieces.
To satisfy my artistic urges and make extra money, I make and sell craft items, and there's a profound sense of pleasure and achievement in finishing a project and having people "ooh" and "aah" over it enough to actually give you cash for it. I will be starting an Etsy site for a craft cooperative made up of myself, my mother, and my best friend soon, and if anyone wants to see our stuff, please feel free to ask for the link.
Life is good when you can find things to do with your time and talents that make you and others happy.