|I actually enjoy having a lot of work.|
When it’s raining, it’s pouring.
Yesterday was my birthday. In the morning, I did the laundry. I spent the entire day translating, except for a pause to get some groceries and another to make a quick meal in a microwave.
At the end of the day, I was barely able to look, because of the all-day translating — and I guess it will be like that until I finish it, which will take some time.
I look tired and I feel tired and I can barely keep my eyes open, and yet, I’m not complaining. I can rant about having a lot to do (although I prefer actually doing it), but I don’t feel bad. I like being busy, and it’s not just because it pays the bills, and not even just because I enjoy translating this particular book; it’s because I enjoy being busy like this, it’s a challenge and it’s keeping me occupied and there’s this good feeling of accomplishing something worth accomplishing. Know the feeling?
Anyone else feeling this way when working?