Work to live or …

… live to work?

I’ve always thought that life is too short and absent of meaning to spend 40 or more hours per week in a job that does nothing more than provide with you with the bare necessities required to draw the next breath. For the last few years, I’ve been lucky enough (although it has also taken a bit of hard work) to like my job.

However, over the last few months, things have tipped to the other side.

I spend a lot of time thinking about work-related areas. Social conversation that is not at least mildly related to these are no longer all that interesting. While I look forward to the weekends and enjoy them immensely, I’m finding that by late Sunday afternoon, I’m looking forward to going to work again. I’ve even begun thinking that maybe a post-graduate course of some sort could be fun (I’ve started to pillage various university sites for their required reading texts). Over the weekend, I found myself reading a work-related book on my own time just for fun. What’s more I actually spent money on it (although it is tax-deductible).

The result of all of this is that some portions of life that are not work related have palled.

Just as well we’ve been talking about a three month trip to India sometime next year.