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It's 6 am on what most Sydneysiders call a holiday, a chance to take time off work, to sleep off a night before or to put three days together including a weekend to get out of town. On this weekend the road toll has sky-rocketed to 10 deaths on NSW roads, thousands of police have been blitzing drivers and domestic violence has reached a peak only superseded by Christmas day and Boxing Day.
Holidays, they're a good idea, but for too many people they constitute the only relief from a job they really hate, and, from where I sit, why it is so really hard for most people to grow and change. This construct of "gee I just can't wait for a holiday" is really a crappy reminder that we're still in the dark ages, work, work, work, work, die.
One of my clients has the dream to work, work, work, work, holiday, holiday, holiday - he calls it a four day working week, I call it stupid and clumsy. Does life really have to be so lumpy.
I compromised a bit of income, but for me, I designed a 7 day week, There is no concept of weekend or working day, I do what I love everyday. I do what I love and I make money from it. I don't want to sit around for a whole day playing with kids or watching football, nor paddling a kayak, for me, it's the mix of a day that makes it great. I don't want to join the panic of "escape" and join a throng of people heading somewhere else to find happiness. It seems sort of senseless.
In many of my corporate workshops people share their beautiful heartfelt dreams. Like, "I want to make enough money to escape and really, all I want to do is hang out with my kids and partner." There's a place they can do that right now, it's called Byron Bay - or Nimbin, and the government seem happy to fund it. Why wait? If that was my dream, I'd go live it, instead of wishing for the day when expenses are less than income, which seems, with housing options, remote.
For me, I have to remind myself of what day it is. Monday or Sunday it seems the same, everyday is a holy day.
But all this aside, it's really not about holiday, or Holy Day, it is about how we live, and our attitude to life and work. If we don't create a happy routine for our work days (if they have to be separated from our not work days,) and start building up this tension between on and off work, we will not cope as the world advances, and demands increase, the likelyhood of anyone surviving that with a marriage, children and their health in tact is little or none.
I see this model destroying lives. On weekends near my home, suddenly the running track is filled with fat, unhealthy people going for that once a week jog they give themselves space to have, destroying knees, hips and hearts they treat themselves on a jog as they treat themselves at work, punishing their soul for the lack of peace in their head.
The key to it all is routine. Boring, mundane routine. A schedule that doesn't have options, a program that doesn't flex at the emotional whim of the moon or tides, pulling us, and a schedule that doesn't flex just because some bureaucrat decided we should celebrate some meaningless day in the annual calendar - primitive consciousness for the mass that need to be controlled.
Routine is a structure and structure is what is needed for the human spirit to be awake and alive. There's two sides to everything, support and challenge, order and chaos. In order - routine and structure - comes the freedom for chaos, the human spirit, the love of life, spontaneous happiness, inspiration and that feeling of falling madly in love with life, work, play, and family - it's all the same to me. Holidays, Routine and Inspiration at Work
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