Working for myself has given me a number of freedoms and advantages I would not ever have had otherwise but it has brought with it a number of challenges as well. Because much of my job is related to marketing there is no real way for me to set daily goals. As such, I often find myself wondering if have done enough during the course of a day and often use sheer exhaustion as my only gauge. Basically I work until I can work no more or external circumstances compel me to put it down. Healthy? Well, it certainly doesn’t feel like it is.
As I left the house and walked to catch the bus to the train to BK to pick up my son I realized that although my body had quit working my mind had not yet let go. It is a strange phenomenon and, despite having been plagued by it for years, I don’t believe I ever took a step back and saw it objectively until now. I almost feel like I need to make some kind of an internal acknowledgement that I am leaving work and that I will now be giving my complete attention to wharever it is I am doing then. Funny thing, this mind.
Cattāri Brahmavihārā 
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