That said, I have to push back on a suggestion I overheard that one should only have to work twenty-four hours in a week to live comfortably. A popular trope these days goes: « I don’t live to work. I work to live. »
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I’m finally at home and ready to engage with other people again, woo!
I’m gonna charitably assume that the twenty-four hour work week crowd mean they want to spend the rest of their time working for themselves, not that they don’t want to work period after that 3.43 hour timer goes off. I hope they mean that they want a situation where their work is their passion, something they can do for fun or some other emotional, spiritual, or likewise intangible reward in addition to meeting their material needs. Because it doesn’t make any sense to me to not want to work at all, to be disinclined to strive to better oneself or one’s condition through arduous labor, be it mental, physical, or otherwise.
Yes! At least, that’s what I’ve always seen. I don’t think anyone wants to only work 4 hours a day and then sit on the couch waiting for the day to end.
I’ve always seen the point of shorter work hours that you get to rest a bit, and that frees up energy to focus on, and therefore work on, what you truly care about on your spare time – whether it be gardening, taking part in Indieweb carnivals, learning the piano or having great sex. (I’m trying to adapt to my audience here.)
I also saw that you had commented on my entry, and I read it on my phone a few days ago (it was a whole adventure!) but now that I’m on an appropriate screen it seems to have completely disappeared, or I’m not looking in the right place. So I wanted to say thanks for taking the time to read and share opinions, and well done on taking the time to read and respond to so many entries!