Welp, Back to the Grind Again
After a solid 9 days without going to work at all (!!!) we are now back doing what we do best. That, of course, is slaving our lives away for the man. I can safely say that I have not been able to get up for work so easy in a very, very long time. Something about being out for the entirety of Thanksgiving week makes me yearn for some more menial office tasks and busywork. Weird concept, I know.
Thanksgiving was the usual zoo. Packed with family and friends the day of, while the rest of the week lolled by easily with me working on cars and lifting weights. Real high level stuff here. I don't think my house has ever been cleaner come to think of it. I Even spent a couple days in Monterey enjoying the off-season from tourism and a very neatly put together bed and breakfast within walking distance of the strip. I like to think of this destination as a a half-staycation because this place is only about an hour from my house but it has vastly different curb appeal.
I think my body was wanting to come back to work already. 5:30AM came on easy this morning. Fit just like an old shoe. Maybe this feeling will last a day or two at most, but I'll be damned if it isn't interesting how the human body adapts to a lifetime of work. Sleeping in until 10 every day was cool and all, but the crisp morning air and the hour long commute through the winding hills of Santa Cruz to a Silicon destination put everything right back in perspective.
We human beings need challenges to thrive. Well, some of us anyways. I definitely could have slept in until noon again, but also I could have come into the office and responded to all of my 50 emails by then. And after being out of the building for this long, the latter sufficed just fine. The coffee was extra toasty and the creamer extra, um, creamy. The workplace in general seemed more layed back than usual. Everything just seemed slightly brighter today, like when you look out at the wilderness in the twilight from your Vette with your contrast enhancing driving glasses on. Just a bit surreal.
This gives me pause. I am not writing about work like it is a completely negative thing. What is happening in my head? Here at FJJ we like to fantasize about not working forever. Because not working is the perceived goal of saving, investing, and working hard while we are young, correct? Possibly. If you re-frame the question to "why do we work" the answer may well be that we only wish to live life on our own fluctuating terms. Perhaps sometimes we don't want to work. Well, that is what vacation is for right? Perhaps sometimes we don't want to worry about money? Well, that is what savings are for. Perhaps we don't want our children to have to work as hard or as long as we did. Oh wait, we don't have any kids haha. At least not that I know of. It is possible we don't want to have to worry about a medical emergency bankrupting our entire family. That is what healthcare is for. Maybe we just like having a nice place to live with a few extra parking spaces. Work definitely helps out with that last one.
Making ourselves available for a career is not such a chore in light of all the tremendous advantages that it can supply. If you really work well and hard you might even find that in some sick, twisted, backwards, getting older, early morning way,
You just get used to the idea