Ok, so...I know I have been awful at writing recently, and I promise it will return to a normal schedule. The past four weeks have been very interesting. I have been working like crazy! (When I say crazy, lets just say one week I worked four days in a ROW from 9 am to 3 am!) Now most of you probably would step back and think two things, either a.) that must really suck, or b.) you have no life.

Now, point a.) is the main point of this blog, but to respond to point b.) lets just say that isn't true either. I still went out with friends, hung out at the pool, went to a Braves game, had a friend come to ATL from California, and I even went on a date! So no, I still have a life. But I digress.

A.) Not only does it not suck, it has been awesome. Which brings me to the main point of this blog. You have got to love what you do in life. Now I know I might go a little overboard. And yes, I am single, I have no kids (despite what a popular t-shirt of mine says), and I have no real responsibility other than my work. So no, I am not expecting everyone to love what they do so much that we all are working 100-hour weeks.

But the exact opposite seems to be true about most people I come in contact with. Work (even if only for 40 hours), is such a drag. They dread going. They dread what they do. They dread the people they do it with. For 88,200 hours of their life, it just sucks! So I have to ask the question, why do they do it?

I just got done reading a great book called "Orbiting the Giant Hairball" by Gordon MacKenzie - who was a creative executive at Hallmark for years. In it he writes:

Many of us choose security over freedom to such an extreme that we confine ourselves and profoundly limit our experience of life.
-Orbiting the Giant Hairball, Page 101

BINGO! Security. Life becomes more about survival than it does living life to the fullest - and we associate survival with protection and protection with security. Thus the output of this feeling is working a job that makes us feel secure (whether financially or stability or both) at the expense of truly loving that which we do.

Jesus said I came (and died) so that we may live life to the fullest. I often reflect on this question and ask myself, is how I am living really worth the death of Jesus? Did he die so we could sit in traffic, then sit in a cubical, then sit in traffic again, and when we finally get home be too stressed/tired/obnoxious to enjoy our lives with our wife or children or friends? Not all of life is going to be peachy and exactly what we want out of it - so that question can be taken too far - but too often it isn't asked at all. And if not asked, how else are we to know if we are living life to the fullest or settling for security.