It’s easy to get carried away, bogged down with work, an endless cycle of dullness given energy by the worker’s soul, while your real work suffers.
It’s easy to find your satiation soon but temporarily, in that mild-to-tepid sort of way, rejoicing in solving daily issues for people and organisations, some merely trivialities worthy of your immense capacities.
What, then, is distraction? Anything at all which detracts, slows you down or stops you from facing your self-determined priorities and doing the work you want to do. Work can be a distraction from other work–the type of distraction more potent than that from non-work.
My favourite excuse: My distraction, justified as it is (by the salary), slows me down, stops me from doing faithful work.
But should I even complain? Or hobble towards the nearest inklings of disgruntledness? Nope. What I ought to do is to look up. And seek ways out of this phase; to swim upwards to more meaning. The work I do when I’m not working is meaningful because it fetches the sliced bread; it’s only that some work is more meaningful than the other. My work at this time is most meaningful when the career and q&a websites are done, and folks benefit from their content.
