The intellect of man is forced to choose
Perfection of the life, or of work.~W.B. Yeats
It is this that, indirectly, taunts me on a nauseatingly regular basis and with increasing frequency.
Would that the dichotomy were conjoined. To engage with passion as work that which one adores, rather than lamenting passion's dearth in one's work and dwelling too much thereon when engaged passionately in such a manner as stimulates the intellect but disdains the ineluctable needs sated by work.
It bears further introspection as time allows but, alas, work calls.
Yes, those damn ineluctable needs. You'll make a literate woman of me yet. I'm going through the same thing lately. Although I enjoy most of my work, there are these other non-money-earning activities into which I'd rather pour my energy. Quite the tightrope act. What ever happened to "Do what you love and the money will follow?" Maybe it's still true.
Posted by: marian | Monday, 01 May 2006 at 04:22 PM
Well, you succinctly wrapped up my post about work in one paragraph. Well said.
Posted by: Mark | Monday, 01 May 2006 at 05:23 PM
Dang fine pic of Dex on your banner. That's great composition. Oh, and he's cute, too.
Posted by: Mark | Tuesday, 02 May 2006 at 07:21 AM
My sentiments, exactly. And succinctly. I suffer with a similar dilemma of the somniatic sort. To make the other possible. Sleep calls. Goodnight, Prince.
Damn fine banner.
Posted by: Linda | Tuesday, 02 May 2006 at 08:52 AM
I love the fact that I need a thesaurus to read this post. I learned so much today!!!!
Posted by: TerriTorial | Tuesday, 02 May 2006 at 11:24 AM
Oh wait..forgot to add that I LOVE your new banner. What a great shot!!!! Good eye!
Posted by: TerriTorial | Tuesday, 02 May 2006 at 11:25 AM