And so it happens that this week turned out just the way I think every week should – a three-day weekend, followed by a three-day working week, followed by a three-day weekend.
The real work-life balance.
If you have read some of my earlier posts about work-life and balancing it you will know exactly what I mean. If you haven’t, hop over to those posts right after this [links served at the end of this one] .
The reason I take a helluva objection to the whole debate is, hell, why are we even talking about balancing our personal life and work life? It’s not two things. It’s life. And to live it in a certain way we envision it, we work.
And what happens slowly and silently without us even being aware of it?
Work gently eases in and seeps into every corner, takes hold of our thoughts and actions and finally like cancer consumes our whole core of existence, creating more and more room for itself and less and less room for us to live the life we envisioned for ourselves to start with.
And then we create professionals who come in and train us on finding the work-life balance. Irony of it all, is these people have chosen that as a profession. It’s suddenly their work to help us find that work-life balance.
And so they work through the night to prepare power point presentations to deliver their training.
People, we are all sheep on a hillside, hopelessly lost, refusing to see it, hating to admit it.