Is it Work?
When you live in close proximity to your neighbors, as I do, you frequently hear their conversations and comments whether you want to or not. For instance, yesterday, while I was painting in my studio on an overcast and cool day (but not too cool to have the windows open) I overheard my neighbor, who was working in his garden, exclaim to his friend that it was a perfect day to work. As I was painting, doing my work, I began to think about the things we love to do and the enjoyment the act of doing can bring. The question then arose, is this work?
I continued to paint, losing myself in the process. Was I toiling? Was it labor? Was it exertion?
It certainly was a form of effort to produce something, but so frequently the word 'work' represents a negative.
Not so for me when standing in front of the easel. And apparently, not so for the neighbor who made his statement with delight. I prefer to think of this as self entertainment.
Now back to the painting for me. Is this work?