Would you rather work or go on vacation?
Either I’ve come full circle or have gone mad.
Here’s the (so-called) dilemma:
- We’re going on vacation Tuesday.
- I have loads of “work” to do.
- I’m leaning towards wanting to stay home.
- Not because I have to do the work, but because I want to.
I Can’t Believe I’m Saying This
The only real “dilemma” is because of the stigma, the definition, the weight we put on the word “work.” It’s supposed to be this thing that you’re not supposed to want to do. But I want to do it.
My “dilemma” is more about the definition of the word work, I suppose, only because we’ve been trained to not want to work, to rather do things like go on vacation.
Here’s where things have gone horribly in the other direction:
I would (almost?) rather work than go on vacation.
DISCLAIMER: I should really revisit this question once I’m a few days into vacation and write a rebuttal. Hey, I Write Every Day, I can probably swing that.
I’m a morning person. I like, no, love, no, really, really get a kick out of my precious hours before anyone else is awake. When I’m up early and can do whatever I please, here’s what I like to do:
- Write a new chapter for one of my fiction books,
- Record audio for a finished book,
- Write a post,
- Write a chapter for a nonfiction book,
- Sketch out ideas for new books,
- Get some more tea.
That’s my work day and that’s my play day. It’s the same.
OK, I’ll come back to this in a few days when we’re in southern Spain and see how I’m feeling about all of this.