There is something both gratifying and disturbing about working as a way to relax. Of course it is the dream to love one's work; to do it gladly because even as a major pressure-point there is solace and solitude in doing it.
But it does raise serious questions about one's abilities, and imagination, for recreation. And if we already spend a good deal of our time on earth at work, is it wise to give it our fun time also? To limit our exposure to everything else life has to offer?
I find these questions can only be answered in choices made, moment to moment. And I suppose it will always be a balancing act, juggling work with the need to truly unwind. I can certainly attest that finding that balance feels like its own journey of self-discovery.
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