The truth is, I LOVE it. The satisfaction at the end of the day or the week of a job well done fills me up. It renews me. The joyful hum that weaves through people happy at their work. For me, the key is to be at choice. . .
Work connected to a sense of purpose and vision is filled with joy and fulfillment.
To Be Of Use The people I love the best jump into work head first without dallying in the shallows and swim off with sure strokes almost out of sight. They seem to become natives of that element, the black, sleek heads of seals bouncing like half submerged balls. I love people who harness themselves, as ox, to a heavy cart, who pull like water buffalo, with massive patience, who strain in the mud and the muck to move things forward. I want to be with people who submerge in the task, who go into the fields to harvest and work in a row and pass the bags along, who are not parlor generals and field deserters but move in a common rhythm when the food must come in or the fire be put out. The work of the world is common as mud.