We all know the feeling: You just had a great weekend, spending time with friends, your loved one(s), yourself. You got out of the drag and did some things you really enjoy. You got to relax and really be yourself.
And then it’s Sunday evening.
The weekend is over, it’s time to go to sleep. But you don’t really want to. Because as soon as you wake up, it’s a new workday. And who wants another workday?
It turns out that I do!
Since I started for myself, I haven’t had a single evening with Sunday-night-blues.
And this I feel is the biggest change in my day-to-day life.
Because when I was on assignment, I never disliked being at the office, getting the job done. And right now, working for myself, it’s not like I’m singing behind my computer because I get to do work. In both cases there is an interesting intellectual challenge, a feeling of progression and a sense of accomplishing something. But I wouldn’t say either of them is fun.
While I was at the office, I was quite happy with the work. I wanted to do something well and I wanted others to recognize that I did it well.
But as soon as I got out of the elevator, my mind was at that evening’s dinner, what game I would play when home, my girlfriend or anything else. Anything but work really.
The difference is that I care.
Before I cared about what people thought of me, whether they considered me to be good at what I did, whether I was a nice person. But I never really cared about the work. I was there to earn money. Whereas now I’m building something (which hopefully will earn me some money as well).
How much do you care about what you work on?
I’m Bastiaan. This blog is meant to give you some insight into the things I run into and perhaps to inspire you to go in search of your own life extraordinaire.
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