To a certain point, at least. I know I'm slowing down, but that makes me concentrate and focus my efforts more. I get up earlier in the morning. I can hardly wait to get to my desk. And I'm proud of the work I produce.
Work is one of the most important parts of our lives.
The kind of work we do matters little, as long as we find it satisfying. One can really be happy performing work that's not necessarily prestigious. I remember the father of a pair of twins I was teaching in Pelham, New York. When I took the class to the playground at recess we often saw their father at his work. He was a garbage collector, and he obviously took pride in doing a good job, giving us all a cheery wave and a smile.