Realized yesterday morning that
- I do like working
- My job can be fun
- It pays well
- I like earning enough money to pay the bills and sometimes having a bit left over
But I don’t like going to work in the morning. So the question is why?
And I realize the answer is transitions. Remember taking your kids to daycare. Dropping them off, instant tears, standing outside the door and waiting for them to stop crying. Usually it only took a minute or so for the kid to forget why she was upset and begin playing with her friends.
Well I’m like that kid. Its nice, there’s good coffee, great company, and a wonderful selection of fun things to do. I have to leave it all behind, drive to work, and spend the day doing stuff for other people. I don’t want to go. I want to do my stuff.
But like that little kid, I get to work and grab a cup of tea. Say hello my friends, check my email, and start doing something that is considered important enough for someone to pay me good money. So within a few minutes, I’ve settled into the job and am OK. Wish the hours were less, but that’s not an option right now. And overall, the job is good.
So wish me luck today as I go to work