work

After years and years of work, and with more years to come. I just have come to some conclusions.

There are no shortcuts. We must work, at something. Work-the busy-ness that occupies a good portion of my life and that provides me with what I need to live. That is all it is to me really. It doesn't define who I am at this point in my life, nor does it define a person for me. It is not that important to me what others do for a living, where they spend those hours, who they work with or where their corporate loyalties lie. But I am aware that some people think in exactly the opposite way, and I understand why

To me, it just doesn't matter. All that matters to me is that I am happy with what I need to do every day.