I find it difficult, even when on holiday, not to think about work. My files are my Linus blanket/s. I take them with me wherever I go, so I can feel secure at the thought that I can always work when I want to.
Of course I often end up just bringing unnecessary baggage that I don’t even touch. Worse, since I know I have work but don’t really want to work, I end up debating in my head whether I should even begin working. Work then takes up much of my now free time, which is counterproductive and yes, very strange.
This vacation however, was pleasantly different. I boarded the plane under threat from Pao that he will not speak to me if I even bring something to work on. Being the weird-o that I am, I snuck in a couple of files in that hidden portion of my luggage that is meant for suits. Happily, my files remained hidden there for the next five days, because this time my brain went out of the office with me. Until today, I did absolutely nothing related to work.
It is refreshing to leave our professions behind once in a while. The sight of other people on a subway train going about their usual business puts my "usual business" in proper perspective. I realize in hindsight, that we're all just persons making a living the way we know best. Bills have to be paid and most of us have to work to pay for them; but as my friend Rona says, "Ang hanap-buhay ay hanap-buhay lang. Hindi yan buhay."