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Permalink Reply by Michael Simon on November 28, 2011 at 5:07pm

Work was great; or it sucked. It was exciting; or I was bored. Either way, I was attached; until I wasn't.

Everything shifted in my life 2 years ago. Work is now another place "to be." Meaning another place to be of-service. Wherever I go, there's a group, a holon - work (employees/employers), traffic (fellow drivers and/or passengers), home (family, friends, guests, animals), etc.

To serve (esotically) is to be receptive, open. To serve (exotically) is to do something for others, to improve the environment, make life better etc. Both lenses are natural.

I serve in the role as Food & Beverage Director at a Retirement Community.
I accomplished nothing today at work: my paperwork was neglected; I have nothing to show for my day.
I accomplished everything at work today: I listened to others, I spoke when moved to speak, I shared my experience when some staff were seeing a conflict that I saw beyond, and did not seek to better their lives by trying to get them to see what I see. Understanding others, work, like all things, is filled with fascination now. In fact my wife said last night, "You will be of no help when the zombies attack, as you'll be like, 'Isn't this fascinating?!'...I'll use you for bait."

Things aren't fair when I am not heard, or when I do not get My way. I seek justice, equality, which is really to say a security which does not exist in duality.

Hopelessness, two years ago, surrendered me to a lens of beyond-morals, beyond-hope.
My was is not The way. It is what I have been given. Is this fair? I know not.

Last night in bed, my wife had her head phones on, but she could feel me moving. "What are you doing?!" she asked. "I'm laughing," I said. "I can't stop laughing." And so I laughed.