work: what i'm made of

It's a good thing I love this view because I sure am seeing it a lot these days.  

It's the view from my desk at my still-new job, new since mid-January. Basically, I work in paradise, I'm not kidding, in the middle of a park-setting, people walking their dogs by all day, squirrels and birds and trees and green and sun. Paradise.

Which is really nice. But not essential.

Because for me, work is its own kind of paradise.

I'm not kidding. I really do love this feeling of being completely caught up in something, committed, part of a smart team, working hard in an efficient way toward a good end. And anyway, the truth is, as I've written before:

I really love to work.

Sure, it would be nice to stay home on this gorgeous day instead of heading to the office, where I suspect I'll be witness, while working on spreadsheets and cash flow, to an early Spring wedding taking place on the grounds.  But guess what?

If I stayed home, I'd work anyway, just on something else.

Something like gardening, or observing the bees, or writing, or reading.  I'd be applying myself to something, losing myself in it completely, so that time passes by unnoticed while I make my way toward the end of whatever thing I'm involved in, completely swept up in the flow.

Work is my favorite.

Sure, I have my moments of total idleness.  Lately, these moments occur between about 7 and 8:30 pm when I am one with the couch, taking in some story on television through my eyes, until book and bed beckon and it's lights out.  

But mostly lately I am just so enjoying my work, the paid one, giving everything, going 100%.  I haven't had this feeling for a long time about my paying gig, so it's sweet, so sweet, to sit in this beautiful place and do the thing I really love: work.

Wishing you a beautiful day, no matter what your work is.

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