Actually hard work does not make me feel fulfilled, rather, the opposite. Hard work lately has been a slog, a chore, something to be avoided. I can’t put my finger on why I feel this way, however there are multiple contributing factors that push me to be aloof and disconnected from the work I’m doing.
Bottom line, I don’t see how the work I am personally doing, in any aspect of life, has any impact to me. Yes, I work remote full time, but the impact of my work is negligible in the bigger picture. I’m not making a difference. There isn’t any crisis or catastrophic breakdown of life, regardless of what I accomplish. My payment with my full time job is my paycheck, the only mediocre fulfillment I get is watching the money leave my bank for bills.
I think my wife has a better approach to being fulfilled by her work. Rarely does she come home telling me that there wasn’t a tornado of work completed despite inefficiency in the form of co-workers. Where as me on the other hand has been working for a company for almost three years and has met my team, in person, a singular time. I get it, remote work requires travel making an effort to bring everyone in that is remote an expensive endeavor. Still it’s hard to see impact or get any fulfillment with a 99% of the time remote team.
As I’ve aged, matured, ripened (pick your descriptive word); there has been a growing feeling of resentment towards those that impede my ability to get any of the work I actually invest effort. Anything that slows my progress or blocks what I need to get done, my general demeanor shifts to the dark place. I don’t like being in that dark place, so to answer the question, I do not receive fulfillment from hard work anymore.
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