Almost every day that I walk to the Metro, I see this guy:
And he always is in such a hurry to get to work, like he is power walking instead of just walking to the Metro at 8:00 am. And I can never figure out if he’s genuinely that enthusiastic about his work, or if he’s rushing because he’s caught up in the frenetic worry of his job.
On the one hand, I think it’s exciting to love your job so much. On the other, if he is of the latter variety, it’s really sad. I hope that when I’m his age, I’m more excited about my family than my job. While my career is definitely a priority for me and something that is important to my sanity and well-being, it will never be something for which I sacrifice my leisure and family time.
For example, while I enjoy working hard and being challenged, I would never want a job that had me traveling 100% of the time, or one where I had to work overtime 50 weeks of the year, because by the time I’m his age and look back at my life, I don’t want a world of Mondays, e-mails, and conference meetings to be what I take out of it. I want it to be these and these and these and these and these things.
Is there a balance, especially for women? Yes, but it is almost as much work as the work itself.