An inspiration to better the world around me.

meower wrote:
It'll happen when you least expect it.

Not that much fun anymore.

 meower wrote:

Sounded pretty good to me!!  

 

 

 Alafia wrote:

 
.  For now, I'm working on putting me first this year.  Writing that was a huge step.  I never brag.  It felt good  

 

 

meower wrote:


MrsA (hospice social worker) has been seeing a counselor who does energy and archetype work,
and learning how to "ask for help" from the Universe: sort of a battery recharge when she needs it.
Cause the work you types do can be very draining of the spirit. ALWAYS gotta make sure you're
getting charged back up.

I'm a workaholic (seriously, have been here since 8A and it's 7:05 now) I have really high productivity here and people seek me out to work with their kids.  Am I bragging?  Maybe I am, dont know, dont care, 'cause I'm good at what I do, and I get good feedback all the time, plus, yea, I'm working to make the world a better place by helping families get along better and see the positive things in each other.

That's frickin cool.

EDIT:  oh.  and I play harder.  Seriously.

through a glass darkly..

ok I haven't seen the vid but from the comments I'd be in agreement.
Work, even the shitty sides of it is edifying (no I was NOT born in the 19 C)

Maybe it is the armchair Marxist in me coming out or just my years of experience (35 different jobs and counting)
but work in some way is an act of self-actualization, even the shitty jobs l've done like washing dishes.
In fact there is little difference in the substance of work between highly paid professional stuff done to tight deadlines
and washing dishes in a busy restaurant. It's the way you interact with your environment that counts.

In fact I think that is all that counts.

Arnold Palmer said "The harder you work, the luckier you get".

It's my creed and it makes sense to me.  Hard work puts you square in the path of opportunity.  The more opportunities you have, the more paydays you have. 

 Alexandra wrote: 
Maybe I oversimplified that a bit. But what I was trying to get through is that work takes effort. That is why they call it work. I'm invovled with way too many people who think that work for them should be a joyfull experience where they get to follow whatever whim is on their mind at the moment, and the hard labor is for the other guys. When I expect performance out of them they get grupmy and act like I'm impeding the fulfillment of their dreams.

You should get satisfaction out of your work because you have acomplished something. If you are truly miserable in your job, by all means please move on and let some one else take the position. In the end it is up to YOU (the larger you, not Alexandra) to either come to terms with it, or to make the change. There are a lot of jobs, and all of them have value. Maybe if we all recognized that, people would be more willing to go try the 'dirty job' and not be so focused on being something they really are not.

I've never had a job in my adult life. That is, I've never been in someone else's employ.
I have worked damned hard all my life. I have made it on my own through earnest dedication.

While living as a nomadic hunter/gatherer for 7 years in the Rockies my entire yearly cash need was $200. This was for hay for my horses and bullets for my guns. I made knives from old rasps-files and car leaf springs, set the tang in deer antler, decorated the sheath of brain tanned buckskin with porcupine quillwork. Sold these for the cash to buy the needed items.

For a number of years I was a jeweler with my own shop in Santa Fe. My familiarity with working iron, from the aforementioned knife making skills, led me to make silver stamps for some of the tribal silversmiths. From there I began stamping my own silver and graduated to jewelry fabrication. Further on down the road I began setting precious gems in gold in styles of my own creation.

Having spent many of those years as the Shaman's Apprentice, I moved into the dedication of full time Shamanizing upon the passing of my predecessor and mentor, my Grampa Pena, as it fell to me to be the Caretaker of this Shamanic lineage. From that time in 1982 I have been making my services available to all who ask for help. While I do get paid for my services, I never have and never would turn away a person who is in sincere need of help because they don't have 'X' number of dollars in their pocket. My avocation is my vocation. And sometimes it is my vacation, as when I take groups of people to Peru for the experiencing of the ceremonials of the Peruvian Shamans of the Andes and Amazon.

Work? I don't know the meaning of the word. I just call it 'Life'.

Anagnorisis
That works.

 Lazy8 wrote: 

 Alexandra wrote:
 
"But the child who is born on the Sabbath Day
Is bonny and blithe and good and gay"

Heh. Nope.

 Lazy8 wrote: 
Poor choice of word on my part - blessed would have been better.

Reminds me of Douglas Adams' Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy - and the telephone sanitizers.

 Lazy8 wrote: 
Me too. I feel like I've been busting my ass ALL my life at everything I do. That's what I get for being born on a Saturday. Were YOU born on a Saturday?
"Saturday's child works hard for a living."

 oldslabsides wrote:
 
Fortunate, my ass. I work at it. It ain't luck.

 Lazy8 wrote: 
You are indeed among the fortunate few - I envy you that.

 oldslabsides wrote:
 
I do. But I have to absolutely bust my ass at it to make a living.