Thirty-five is better than sixty!

Hours per week at an unfulfilling job, that is.

I've been doing my usual Monday morning "I can't do this anymore" routine, work-wise and home-wise. Read yet another really awesome article on TinyBuddha.com, it's like the author is inside my head:

http://tinybuddha.com/blog/how-to-discover-the-work-that-will-bring-you-joy-and-purpose/

(Here's the crucial bit for me: "So I rephrased the question from 'What would make me happy?' to something more achievable. What am I curious about? ") 

Anyway, I sent the article to a co-worker who so gets it, and we exchanged emails for a bit. At one point she said she was glad she wasn't in a 60-hour per week un-fulfilling job and that gave me the little "swat upside the head" (perspective) that I needed for the day.

Yep, it's far better to spend only 35 hours per week at an unfulfilling job, than 60 hours or even more. I might have more money if I worked 60 hours per week somewhere, but at least working only 35 hours gives me time to do other things.

(BTW, the number of inspirational web sites I visit on any given day is in direct proportion to my level of unhappiness. Mondays I visit a lot of inspirational sites.)

And here are some weekend snapshots of things I do enjoy! 

 As much as I love seeing the geese, it's too early! What do they know that we don't?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All these snapshots were taken in the city, tiny oases in the urban environment. (Except for the last two of the swamp, that's a pretty big area!)

Peace.

P.S. My work day is half-over; yippee!