old farts

it's almost midnight, but i don't want to go to bed just yet. my head's in holiday mode - like back in school, even when you're freaking tired, you don't want to sleep your playtime away. i'm not on holiday just yet, though. still 3 more days of work before i get my break.

in my head, the next 3 days will be cruisey, but i'm not sure if that will be the case. there's so much work to be done - constantly. i'm a bit scared of becoming a workaholic. i don't feel like one yet, but getting to be any kind of '-aholic' is a gradual process, and you don't notice until something goes awry. i do like what i do, and think it could be easy to become one if you genuinely enjoy something about your work.

"do what you love, and you'll never have to work a day in your life" - so the saying goes, and they say it like that's automatically a good thing. is it? would you take for granted the bits you love, as routines emerge in that area of your life? could you become complacent about your growth as a person because of the bragging pride that might accompany job satisfaction?

maybe i'm taking this too literally, too metaphorically, too something-lly.

at the end of the day, i feel it comes down to balancing the good and bad aspects of whatever you do. you could be in a position amongst people you hate, but if you really love the work and are fully engaged by what it involves, it might help cancel out the interpersonal issues. or you could be doing no-brainer work that anyone could do that you don't feel proud of, but be surrounded by awesome colleagues and still love going in everyday.

i suppose this applies to other areas of life too - balancing relationships, finances, friendships, time, health. and then balancing them all with each other and adapting to changing needs & circumstances. it's pretty simple really, but definitely not easy.

heh. i feel like an old fart, saying shit like this, but this week, i've done a fair bit of indulgent young-person stuff. caught up with my best friend from primary school, bought myself some treats and toys, went out drinking and spent the next day hungover at work. it's even past midnight and i'm still awake.

so just for this part of the evening, i can afford to be a little bit old.

okay, old fart is going to bed now. night night, kids.