I was listening to myself this past week (or two). I have said a hundred times that I went back inside (work) to get benefits. I have said it so many times that it seems that I am trying to convince myself that that is the reason I went back in. Now I understand why Dena and Steve looked at me strangely and absently so many years ago. Work is so interwoven into my way of thinking that I can't shake it loose.
The past 3 months have shown what a slave I am to work even though I have played at not being a slave. I am my master's most favorite servant.
I am not against work. Don't read that into what I am writing here.
I am against being a slave to it.
Last night I listened to John talk about work even though he no longer works at all. But it's his son's work or my son's work. He drones on and one about it. John is a good guy. More than that he is generous and true if you are in a bind. But 40 years of over identifying with companies has done him in. I did this with running.
I was a runner. Got that? I WAS A RUNNER!
Now I am a jogger of the lowest ilk. I don't identify myself with being a runner anymore or at least not hardly.
I believe I have just replaced one master with another and forgot that the self mastery is the key.
Things I am going to stop doing
Telling folks I went back in for the benefits. It is partially true but it's not the whole story.
Telling people I don't really need to work.
The truth is work is random for me. I do it because I can and want to (at times). My best guess about my random self is that I will stop working when I decide that I no longer want to (or people stop calling me).
I don't need to be superior or needy about explaining this to anyone.
Yes, if I had 5 million in the bank I might not work. I am not sure. I don't know myself that well. I don't want to know myself that well.
I just want to stop boring myself and others.