This morning in the shower I had one of those flashes of insight that seem so common during the early morning ritual of washing oneself.
The reason I bristle when people talk about work being rewarding and fulfilling and meaningful is that it implies that our mere existence here, at this time, in this place, is not. That in order to justify each breath we take we must be “producing” something.
I think this is just a nice, big, fat lie purported by corporate America.
My existence is valid, regardless of what I’m doing for a living. I will not believe the lie that what I do for a living is what gives purpose to my life.