Although I live a simple life and I am free, on any given day, to do as I please, I find that work is an part essential of my everyday life. Work partly defines who I am now, it's part of how I live. If I want to live outside the mindset of endless consumption, working in various ways help me reach that goal.
When I think of work I think about what I do at home and what I do in my community. My home work gives me the lifestyle I want, my community work helps make me the person I want to be. It's a tough juggling act sometimes. Now as I'm aging, I don't have the strength and endless energy I once had, but I toddle along and get by.
I'd hate to live in a world where I didn't have work to do. Sitting around all day would be a nightmare. Work gives me a feeling of self worth, it fills my hours with meaning and it gives me reason to sleep well every night.
I'd hate to live in a world where I didn't have work to do. Sitting around all day would be a nightmare. Work gives me a feeling of self worth, it fills my hours with meaning and it gives me reason to sleep well every night.
There have been very busy times where I work lately but that has made my time at home even sweeter. The work I do here makes the kind of home I want to live in and come home to. It might be the modern romantic view of home life but in my home we really do have soup cooking on the stove, bread baking in the oven and the sweet feeling of satisfaction and loving warmth in the air. Work gives us that.
There was a time when I hated housework but I've moved on from that limited view. I know now that the only way I can make my house a home is by the work I do in it. I came home from work yesterday through driving rain, stressed by my day and the drive home, but as I walked inside with my husband and dogs pleased to see me, dinner already cooked and with a clean house waiting to be enjoyed, I knew deep down to my bones that I am one lucky woman. Funny thing is, the harder I work, the luckier I get.
There was a time when I hated housework but I've moved on from that limited view. I know now that the only way I can make my house a home is by the work I do in it. I came home from work yesterday through driving rain, stressed by my day and the drive home, but as I walked inside with my husband and dogs pleased to see me, dinner already cooked and with a clean house waiting to be enjoyed, I knew deep down to my bones that I am one lucky woman. Funny thing is, the harder I work, the luckier I get.
