The more I want to get something done, the less I call it work.
(Richard Bach, * 1936 in Oak Park, Illinois)
I have been thinking a bit about work the last days. Or to say it in another way – about play and work, or fun and work.
For a long time work was considered as something you had to do, was painful, strange to you, had nothing to do with you. The men and women who went to work in the mines or the textile mills went there because they needed the money. I think that it can be said that they didn’t like their work – it just had to be done.
Things have changed. I have a job which I like – it includes a lot of creative activities like photo-processing, tutoring other people, doing some scripting. Often I only notice that the work was hard when the work is done and I feel a bit exhausted.
And I come home and continue with that kind of “work” – photo-processing, writing, tutoring. I do it for myself, yes, and mostly I am not paid for it, at least not with money. Is it work then? Or is it fun?
Somehow it seems to me that the sharp division between work and life which we had throughout the 19th and most of the 20th century is not working anymore. Or is it only me, a privileged individual?
I would very much like to hear your opininion on that – please take the time and join the discussion!