The days flow by so quickly, but my life does not feel like it’s being lived. Work is such a mind numbing experience that absorbs not only my time, but also my soul. For each hour spent with my attention diverted to someone else’s agenda; a little more of me slips away. I feel like I am fast approaching the time where I will disappear altogether. In fact sometimes I feel that perhaps I am already dead, as I am seeing my life flashing by quickly (too quickly) before my eyes. I am ever conscious of the words of John Lennon, ‘Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans’. The trouble is I’m not making other plans, I feel like I’m stuck frozen in a moment and I’m powerless to stop life happening around me.
The work-life balance concept that is currently ‘hot’ corporate speak, is just that, a concept. Do the powers that be really think we are that naive? If work-life balance really were a genuine ideal which we could actually achieve, wouldn’t we see people working less at their ‘day’ jobs and enjoying more of their own time? Imagine that, the world could be filled with happy, more content people.
If work-life were truly in balance wouldn’t we all have a 50-50 split between the two parts of ourselves? This would best be represented by an adjustment in the time split between work and life. To achieve balance, weekends should be at least three days long and time spent at work should be pared back accordingly. That is the whole point of ‘balance’ – equilibrium between parts. I am outraged that so much of my life is hijacked by something I do not enjoy. I will not be satisfied until my work pursuits align more closely with my life pursuits.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
If I worked at something I enjoyed, my ‘work’ time would become part of my ‘life’ time and the separation between the two parts would not be so distinct. I guess this is really why I find the work-life balance concept so troubling. It is not just because we are being sold an ‘impossible’ dream, but because we are in a position to require the concept in the first place. Such a disturbing thought that there is need for us to separate our work from our lives in the first place. I refuse to believe that the two cannot happily coexist as one and the same.
We already have to be so many different people, split ourselves in so many different ways and fit so much into our days, isn’t work something we can draw back into ourselves? I know that bills need to be paid, dreams need to be followed, and therefore that money is necessary, but seeing that ‘work’ requires such a commitment of time out of our lives, surely we should at least try to find our true calling? Something that we enjoy?
Is this in reality the impossible dream? Gee, I sure hope not.