I made this on a whim this morning in response to the general mood I was sensing from a lot of pals and colleagues, but I've been thinking about it all day. And all night, to be honest (bar the couple of hours where I just went to see the new Spider-Man - which is sensational, btw, even if you don't know Marvel lore inside out as I certainly don't!). The end product is on the blog now, and I really hope you like it! Here's the first couple of paragraphs, in the hope that enthrals you…
What do Confucius and Marc Anthony have in common? Well, according to the internet, they both said “Do what you love, and you’ll never work a day in your life.” (As far as blog openers go, that’s pretty obscure, even for me - maybe I’ve been watching too much Only Connect over Christmas…)
And, full disclosure - not to insert myself into such lofty circles, but - I know that I’ve said this before too. I’m 100% sure I have done, because I used to subscribe to this view: that when you did what you loved as a career, it didn’t feel like work. It felt like fun. It felt like freedom. It was living the dream, and, accordingly, I should wake up every day and count my lucky stars every day that I get to do it
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But the major difference that I now realise is, I don’t ‘get’ to do the work - I do the work. I put in the hours, and sometimes, oftentimes those hours are tough. Sometimes, oftentimes, even when it’s in pursuit of something that I love, I actively dislike it (read: tight deadlines, tax returns, anything that requires goals). They feel like work.
