the simple mission of living
Every day I work on something.
A relationship - a dispute to settle, a bridge to build, a boundary to articulate, a plan to make, adoration to be given.
A job to be done - The protective and enabling equipment, the situational etiquette, the self-negotiation that the pay is worth the work being provided, that the environment isn't intentionally demeaning.
A note to self - A lesson learned through endurance, an insight to feed the subconscious, information that needs to settle, or information that needs to rise to episodic recall.
Or dishes. Or laundry. Or cooking a meal. Or drawing or writing.
And the balance is always off, and I don't know what force compels us to work so much, but by not letting our nervous system reactions or material exposure limits be commanded, we can impose a subtle dignity on the space around us.
Kindness, PPE and kinesiology is the ticket to reform my immediate circumstance. Suiting up, locking in, allowing my own presence and self determined movement. I don't boss anybody around because commands are physically damaging, and I don't let myself be bossed around because it is physically damaging. It will lock the muscles up in one place and pull them in another. Unkindness is a hazard like dust, fumes, exertion, and so on, and can be mitigated as with any hazard.
I decided work is civic first, not profit first, and this can lead wherever it leads. I follow the dao and walk headfirst into the valley of death. Building some multimillion dollar building out of some toxic bullshit. Moving residents of nursing homes. I'm not the warmest person, but work is about kindness to me even if it's about business to everyone else. At the end of the day everyone and everything has transformed.
It's a kind of passionate nihilism with nowhere left to go.