Tonight, I needed to rest.
Work passed as a dim grey blur. Accomplished little of any consequence.
As I drove home, I stopped by the library and picked up about eight different books, most of them about finding a sense of fulfillment at work. As you can imagine, this has been on my mind quite a bit lately.
I blame the season, actually; it’s been getting dark about when I get home, now, and we had some cold temperatures lately. After the Indian Summer of the past two months, I feel like I’ve passed straight from summer to winter, with no chance to get used to it. Perhaps I’ve been touched by Seasonal Affective Disorder.
Either way, I knew I wouldn’t be able to make progress on my projects, so I dedicated the night to flipping through the library books. I’m taking care of my parent’s golden retriever this week, so she lay at my feet as I skimmed business books. I will admit, it made for a satisfying and recharging evening.
And now, partway through Tom Peters’
Which, on reflection, is a good thing.