"Do what you love, and you will never work a day in your life." - attributed to Confucius
My new husband quoted that line to me the other night as I was venting to him about the lack of motivation and satisfaction I am feeling in my job. My response? I don't know what I love.
However, that response is entirely untrue. Sure, I haven't found my "bliss" in the Joseph Campbell sense. I haven't found work that sustains creativity and challenges my wandering, curious mind on a consistent basis.
Yet, I do know what I love.
I love my husband. I love my parents, sisters, stepkids, nephews and friends. I love my dog. I love rain; and chocolate; and long walks; and growing my own vegetables. I love the sound of children's laughter. I love the smell of bread. Bottom line: I really do love life.
Life. It is a big word that encompasses so many thousands of little things. Work -- that thing we "do," whether or not we love to do it -- is but one of those little things.
This blog is an attempt to stop and acknowledge at least some of the little things that keep me going (which is likely to include little things that set my mind to wondering, so expect sidebars). Perhaps I will stop at 1,001, but perhaps I will find more.
