Two addendums to my previous “working might not be so bad” post:
1. Interning is not the same as working and in that sense my perception of work may be skewed. So many professionals take their work home with them, it’s not even funny.
2. Which brings me to my realization that—get this—you need to do what you love. I suppose this topic is highly subjective but I really can’t picture myself cursing my job for 40 hours a week; I’d rather the line be blurred between work and play. I really came to understand this epiphany through the education project I’m doing. Honestly, it’s a blessing and a joy coming in on Fridays and Saturdays, and none of the meetings feel obligatory or mechanical or that I am there because I want to burnish my resume. What a stupid notion, doing something for the sake of prestige or some similarly vapid. What an incredible feeling, collaborating with a team of highly motivated and talented individuals who share a similar work ethic and drive for change as you do.
I am not going to work for a living. I refuse. I think I’ll be fine.
