We just had a quiet holiday on La Gomera. A nice place. Very quiet. A wide range of people were there holidaying. But amongst them, perhaps attracted by the peace and quiet of the place, were a number of retired people. Watching them set me thinking.
The government encourages us to save for our retirements. A sensible thing to do, no doubt. But what occurred to me was that retirement itself is an odd concept. It's predicataed on the idea that what you do in your work is something you'd want to move away from, leave.
If you were doing your Life's work, this would make no sense.
What is your life's work?
A question worth asking.
A question I am asking myself.
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..and, if you have found what you want, is work the wrong word - sort of stigmatises it. who are these people, do you think who genuinely spend their days doing what they love and getting paid for it? What are the tradeoffs, what are the characteristics? And, if we all did what we loved doing, would there be someone who liked everything so we still got everything done?
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