The inevitable imbalance of work and play?

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Couple on the beach
Maybe one day I will want to feel that warm sand between my toes, stare at the sea and think of nothing. Have a holiday. But not yet. Busy playing. (Photo by Petra Lehto)

It’s Sunday, the day of rest. And here I am, typing away my new entrepreneur’s diary entry 5 of 100.

I don’t know what possessed me to say that I’ll do this – other than perhaps I wanted to make sure that I’ll actually write a little every day, however boring and mundane the end-result may turn out to be. Practise those skills muscles, they say.

Also, I’m not too good at backtracking on my decisions, so here we are, for another 95 days. (I must promise to myself not to be stupidly stubborn and that I’ll stop if I run out of things to say, or if life gets too busy elsewhere.)

Anyway, in addition to this blog post, I’ve so far today agreed on a work meeting, bought bus tickets for a business trip, wrote a few emails, tried to decide on my Self-Employed Persons’ Pension Insurance (YEL) provider, and spent an unreasonably long time on LinkedIn (I never realised how interesting it is over there!).

…Or the inevitable balance of play and play?

I know what’s going on. It has happened to me before: When I start something fun and new, I get so incredibly excited about it that I think about it day and night, and forget to go to bed. It doesn’t feel like work at all.

So, maybe this is not the inevitable imbalance of work and play, after all. Maybe what we’re witnessing here is the inevitable balance of play and play. For now, anyway, before the novelty wears off. Or perhaps it never will?


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