I am happy to be back at work. After three weeks vacation, the first time ever in almost thirty years of clocking in 9 to 5 (and then some), I decided to live the dream and take a full three weeks. Not two. Three. Live life like those crazy Europeans that we hear so much about. I did it because I had places to go and things to do that filled up 21 days. Flights, continents, countries, cities, sights, family time, reflection, an on and on…
I figure it could have gone either way. I was either going to come back with a plan to take another extended sabbatical (meaning sell everything, pack a duffle and get a one way ticket heading East) or dive headlong back into career with a new sense of wonder and satisfaction. I chose the later. Honestly I am kind of surprised. I thought I was going to go in another direction.
By day 13 or 14 of my 21-day excursion I realized that I love my day to day, the intellectual challenge, the camaraderie, the routine and mostly the sense of purpose. I love that what we do matters to people, that there are tangible outcomes that influence others. I love storytelling in all its forms and the universal truths it reveals.
I read somewhere that happiness can be boiled down to a simple rule: do what you love and love what you do. Or, as I think about it, do what you love what you do. I could not agree more. And as for three-week vacations, believe it or not I think I will pass from now on. Two weeks is enough for me. Enough time to recharge the batteries, to get far enough away to realize that its time to come home…
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