i think most of the time, i hear the reverse, there's no time for the things i love to do. and i've certainly misspoken and said that myself on occasion. but i am here today to say, emphatically, my heart aligns with the former declaration, rather than the latter.
one of my best friends and i have discussed this notion that 'working', as in having a job, is a criteria that she evaluates people on. the conversation started after she met someone who taken an early retirement and it made my friend suspicious. in contrast, i found it fascinating and admirable. when i said to her, if i didn't have to, i wouldn't work either; she was appalled. and i laughed.
there are so many things i love to do.. and i give the best and bulk of my day to my job. i find it ludicrous and incredibly disappointing that a certain presidential candidate publicly stated that americans need to work more hours.. history and an astute study of the rest of the developed nations would prove quite the opposite.
but i digress... my point was simply this: while i love my job (most days), i love many more things, much more. one day, my time allocation will reflect that. i am certain. meanwhile, i will dedicate quality time in the place of quantity time to the things that make me happiest.
like making ice cream.
d: mocha chocolate chip, yum
b: aligned with happiness
g: sharing ice cream with mom, soon. very soon.
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