The Ink-Pot and the Palette

I think it is sadly rare for people to love their work. For one thing, to keep loving it, it seems to me, one would have to change it quite often. And with that change would come uncertainty and insecurity, which is why you behold me, 25 years on, in work that has only rarely given me real satisfaction. I feel lucky, however, to have had at least some challenge, interest and growth, no backbreaking physical labor, and very decent pay and benefits all these years.

Odd that you should mention Dressing Your Truth in conjunction with self-quantifying; it's actually DYT that has made me realize how natural this kind of tracking and tallying is to me (and my "Type"), and how unnatural it would be to much of the rest of the world.

I've come to feel quite passionate about how one size does NOT fit all--not in nutrition, or fashion, or fitness, or work-style or anything. To the extent that every-breath-we-take-every-move-we-make is a form of self-expression, it seems so obvious to me now that we should all find our own way and, as far as possible, live every aspect of our life that way.

What looks like discipline to others feels like fun to me. I'm positive that the reverse is also true. I'm finally learning not to try to be like others, and (more importantly) I've finally understood that my way to happiness is probably not the way for most other people.