There’s Work And There’s Work
This is a simple observation post.
Work – a life defined.
From the early adulthood to retired soul period work is the guiding force in many a person’s days.
It seems it’s as much who we are as the person inside. Not surprising really. It’s how we contribute to the world and our own household, it provides security through it’s financial reward, it gives us identity, increases self-worth, and connects us to the rest of the planet of fellow workers through our role.
Plus, it’s the one thing that dominates our time for the bulk of our life.
But how to work?
Living now by the coast I headed for a long walk across the headland to a relaxed sandy cove with a beach hut cafe. This the world of the chilled out easy going folk. Boats bobbed in the harbour, families played on the sandy beach, little ferries bussed people to various local points, and the cafe buzzed with laidbackness.
Every worker looked like they were on holiday – fresh skin, brimming smiles, an unhurried air, and friendliness seeping out of them.
Being here was their pay almost. Ten feet from a beach and direct access to nature as it lapped the shore as they viewed a 360 sky serving happy wanderers like me.
They earned far, far less than corporate America or the commercial heart of London. But they received equally as much, perhaps more?
You see you can work damn hard, put in the hours, bust a gut to climb the career ladder or take two trains to the office everyday in a mad commute or be in bumper to bumper jams on the freeway to make a buck. You can be in a high powered environment or a small city firm doing its thing in exchange for a salary in return for the pressure and stress and the daily grind.
Or you can work without fancy numbers in your bank account but also without the smog and noise and Monday to Friday jolts to the mind.
Work isn’t about just making money or being noticed. It’s about having pleasure every single day you get up. To have fun and meet great people minus any semblance of stress like peacefully serving smooth coffees and organic Dorset Apple Cake yards from the sea.
Work is what gets you out of bed in the morning but it also asks why do you get up to do that thing.
Because there’s work….and there’s work. But there’s also life too!
This has been a simple observation post.
Tell me your thoughts on work and why you and we do it. Should we work hard for good pay or enjoy work instead and hang the money? What is work to you?