Work-life balance, that's what I'm after. Added to the writing, I have plans for painting and a bit of jewellery making to compliment the beer brewing, plant growing, music listening, nature watching and reading. I don't have a quiet mind, there's always something going on in there. But all these things are life, or at least the kind I choose when I have a choice.
Work on the other hand, is a dense counterweight made of obscure big bang substance that defies understanding of its dark mass. I try to be Zen about such things - no light without dark, no life without death and all that, but find work to be a selfish, greedy partner in the duality deal and generally an all-round show off. The only thing I genuinely like about work are people. I guess without work, I would be perhaps unhealthily reclusive because whilst I like people, in keeping with the duality thing, I can empathise with whoever said (and variations are attributed to many) 'The more I see of people, the more I like my dog'.
Meantime, playing God with the written word, I can push Holly on to Vienna, where nothing that happens is for real whilst everything could be.
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