While Demi and I were shooting these photos in the East Village, we noticed that the ambience of the photos transformed entirely with just a slight rotation in angle. We ended up working with contrasting backdrops (1) the church behind us, which evoked more serenity, and (2) the city streets. The shots with the church backdrop are at the end of this post. They look as if they should belong to a different photoshoot entirely, yet both backdrops encapsulate my frame of mind. I am extremely at peace when I’m in in the center of a city that is bustling, hustling and overflowing with energy. I am propelled by the heartbeat of New York City– the no bullshit mentality.
I owe everybody a casual update, because it’s been a long time since I wrote anything personal, and my personal writing is the backbone of this blog. A lot has been happening with work on Quotesome. We’ve been moving forward at a shockingly fast pace. Let me tell you… The startup rollercoaster is, all at once, the most painful, directionless, frightening, and exhilarating ride in the world. It still amazes me to think that just a few months ago, we were still working from coffee shops. Now we have real office space to work in, alongside so many other talented engineers. Being able to work from a stable environment makes a huge difference. Ever since, it’s hard to ever drag me out of the office. (Even when I’m home I have to FORCE myself to stop working.)
I’ll admit. I feel incredibly guilty for working all the time. I find that I’m constantly apologizing for choosing to work instead of “play”. I began to wrap my head around this lingering guilt as I was turning down another party invitation. I wrote: “Sorry, can’t make it. I’m working late tonight and get in the office early tomorrow. ’
Without much thought, I appended a sad face to the end of the message. Seconds later, my behavior perplexed me. Was I really sad? Absolutely not. I work late by choice. I get to the office early by choice. The sad face was a lie. Why did I lie? I was acting as if I had committed some sort of dark infidelity that I had to conceal.
What was this infidelity I had committing? Who was I betraying? Why do workaholics like myself always feel so guilty?
I had committed no crime. Workaholism is frowned upon. With the exception of those who are actually destroying commitment–especially to family–with their workaholism, there is no sin in being married to your work.
“People always talk about work/life balance, but I find that a tragic concept. I have no separation between work and my life. I don’t see what I do as work. There’s no greater joy than, as Richard Feynman put it, the pleasure of finding things out.”
– Maria Popova