My kids sometimes crack me up! When C comes over, I laugh more than any other time. And my others also make me laugh – at least when I quit worrying long enough to see the humor.
My sister-in-law reminded me of a story from a family gathering a couple of years ago. We were all sitting around, when my brother asked C about her new job. (Mind you, she had been caught squarely in the middle of the 2008 recession – was laid off in January 2009, found an interim job, then finally found the job she has now). Anyway, after pondering his question, she said, “Well, it’s not as much fun as I thought it was going to be.”
Of course, all the cynical adults laughed at that, and said, “Well, that’s why they call it “work” – rather than “play”.” And so, of course, the phrase, “It’s not as much fun as I thought it was going to be” entered the family lexicon.
But, really, it’s something to think about. I read a quote in the paper the other – can’t remember the story of what the guy does – but he basically said something like “If you love your work, you add five days to your weekend.”
Wow! Is that how you feel? Do you love your work that much? I don’t know about you, but I’m not there yet! But it makes me think. What would I be doing for “work” that would feel like “play”?
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