I've been writing all morning—since 10 a.m. I feel alive, accomplished, worthwhile. It's almost 1 p.m., and I haven't made any money yet. I just thought to myself: “It's time to do my real work.”
Thud in my gut! What is my real work? Is it only the work I get paid to do? What is work? What is real? Can't the thing I love doing most be my “real work”? I think it can. But first, I have to make it real.
What is your real work? How do you reconcile that work with the work you do for money? Are you fortunate enough to get paid for doing your “real work”?