Swimming
The new job is real work, with lots of things to do, too many ideas to fill up one’s mind. It’s tiring and mind-boggling at the same time. The 8 hours in a day isn’t enough to fit in all necessary tasks and plans in mind. From the time one takes the commute to office in the morning trying to beat the bundy clock to the time one goes home after sundown past six or seven when most office workers are already home resting, work gets into the system and becomes part of the self.
In my first month with the new job, I am admittedly stressed but am happy with work because of a different sense of fulfilment. When one does things that one really likes, no matter now difficult or heavy it is to accomplish, one will feel a certain lift, a lightness of being that’s quite difficult to reconcile with the amount of work one does.
My boss asked me if I’m submerging. I replied, “I am swimming.”
