Work has started to pick up again, after a deceptive lull over the holiday period. A major agreement is sitting on my desk begging to be worked on. I’m afraid the interest has abated for now – I have been delaying work start every morning and making my way out of the office very quickly each night.
I feel unmotivated, maybe tired or just a bit numbed by the never ending demands. While it remains interesting, work seems to have lost its sheen for now.
Maybe it is just the momentum of the holiday season, although I must confess that has been the case for a little while now.
I think it started way back in August, when Stephen Leong died. I have since looked at work differently.
The macro issue remains the same – how does one strike a balance between doing work one is trained to do and finding meaning for that work, other than for basic subsistence? On the one hand one has to live – and that in itself is a spectrum and one has to decide where in that spectrum one wants to be – but on the other hand, life is too short to put in a bulk of our time at earning a living without actually “living”.
It must be the stuttering start to the year which has caused all this mulling.
Ante 