My wife says I work too much. Most people would agree if they saw my lifestyle. I spend my days in front of computer screens, and thrive on always being connected, sharing, and part of the web in as many ways as possible.
It’s no thought for me to spend weekends, vacations, and otherwise inopportune times and places in front of a computer, churning out something for someone, or myself.
I think back to some of my best work – a programming feature, or reflective blog post, for example – and where I was exactly when I made it happen. I remember places and times more than outcomes. I can still see the sunlight filling the room, morning in full bloom, some coffee in hand, as I created this, or that.
I’ve also had my share of productivity in dingy hotels, crowded airports, and crammed transport. I’ve “worked” wherever I could get a moment and a connection, despite a seemingly inopportune situation.
I live in a codified world, where productivity, growth, and happiness depend on my ability to solve the next problem, in order to adjust the behavior of systematic processes and technical luxuries.
If something takes two steps to complete, that’s always one too many.
To them it’s “work.” To me it’s life.