I'm sitting here at a friend's beach house listening to my kids, husband, and our friends and their kids, and other kids from the neighborhood, play wiffle ball on the beach. The amount of laughing and smack talk emanating from the 8-10 yr old boys (and their fathers) is mind boggling. And FUNNY! I love how the boys abuse their fathers both with words and physically, and the dads just take it. How the alliances between them all form and break faster than the waves on the beach - on the same team one minute, and pegging each other with the ball the next.
I've been thinking for some time now how important it is to work to live and not live to work. And it's mornings like this - sharing with friends, bonding with the kids, exploring the beach - that reinforce that sentiment even more strongly.
I love my job and the people I work with. But it's not all my life is about. I work so that I can take a vacation like a Disney Cruise, or a weekend with incredibly generous friends at their beach house, or with the girls for Moms Gone Wild (3rd annual coming up in September!), and refresh and renew. To live and enjoy life.
And forget about work for a while.
- ▼ 2009 (7)