The more we embrace the humanity of our working lives, which also happen to include the soundtrack and goings-on of our home lives, the better we’ll be able to work together.
By now, you’ve probably heard: burnout is real. A word and a concept that’s permeated our culture is now an official diagnosis according to the World Health Organization.
The summer solstice provides us a fantastic excuse to be intentional about how we spend our time, an excuse to celebrate that we have So. Many. Ways. to do things that make us feel alive, and to rumple up the routine in a world where we’ve gotten so good at doing the same thing day after day and week after week in a pseudo-satisfied trance.
“Some people die at 25 and aren’t buried until 75,” said Ben Franklin, who then went out, all zesty for life, and became a founding father of the country (and found himself firmly emblazoned on the $100 bill). Nietzsche likely wasn’t thinking of him when he said, “Man is the only animal that has to be encouraged to live.” And Anatole France jumped on the Big L Life bandwagon with his prickly quote: “The average man does not know what to do with his life, yet wants another one which will last forever”. Ouch, ouch, and ouch. Rough stuff.
One of the best highlights of 2018 so far (other than Ramen San opening up around the corner) has been the serendipitous gift of working with a bunch of clients who on the outside are “Successful Business People,” and on the inside are “Supremely Talented Creative Types.” People with creativity burning holes in their souls– hidden in the way, way back of their closets. People with budding desires to do something with their creativity, but unsure how to do it and knock-kneed about what any of that might mean.