It’s been nearly a year since my idea of work changed.
Mandy Brown from a working library has hit the nail on the head.
“Work” can mean toil or slog, but it can also mean creation, opus, oeuvre. It is the latter sense that I feel compelled to protect. The world does not lack for boredom or stupefaction; what we need are not more jobs but more lives, more work that dignifies the people that perform it instead of demeaning them. More days when we are tired because of the work, not tired of it.