What if the actual work itself, the stuff that makes you sweat or strain your brain, or better both, is actually part of the good life? What if a deep breath in and out, maybe coupled with chants of positive affirmations, proved to be less sticky for landing the state of mind than one gets when actively participating in things that test your patience, …
Looking for balance in all the wrong places.
But found here in “la dolce vita.” Tho hardly in how you may expect. I explain here.
