My job involves a lot of paper pushing. My ultimate goal at work, the thing I strive for all day every day, is essentially an absence of work – a clean desk, an empty inbox, a to-do list with every item checked off. But I never do quite get there, and even if I did it would only be for a brief shining moment before the next avalanche of paper descended. It can feel a lot like the first thirty seconds of this Futurama clip (though I have to admit, stamping things never really gets old):
After eating my cooking people not infrequently ask me why I don’t open a restaurant or a bakery or a food truck or whatever. The answer is that I don’t want to lose this. I want to cook what I want, when I want, for whom I want. I want cooking to be a choice, not an obligation. I don’t want it to turn into just another item on the to-do list. I have enough of those already.