I have a bit of a love-hate relationship with busy/work. I get tremendous satisfaction of plowing through a big to-do list and doing the job well.
I also am unabashedly lazy and love having nothing to do – even though I get bored within 10 minutes.
All told, that means that my present work/life balance of three days on and four days off is probably ideal for my temperament.
So far, I’m delighted with it.
And let’s not forget that once a month I invoice and once a month I get a cheque (from my biggest client) and that makes me pretty happy to. After all, I have to keep financing all my shenanigans (travelling, hiking, replacing blown out tires, shopping VPO sales.)
So – life is good. I just completed a day’s work and organized a last minute work schedule for tomorrow that makes me a bit of a hero. Oh, did I mention that I also like being a hero?
I am so shallow. And I don’t care.