I don’t particularly enjoy “work.” I enjoy, love, and am driven to seek out and indulge in “creativity.”

Being creative — making connections and building things — is a tonic for me. It heals my soul. It helps me think and realize what’s possible. I get excited to ship my work.

“Work” is the opposite. Tedious, task’y, and agenda-driven. That’s not who I am. I’m not addicted to that.

I’m fortunate that the thing that sustains me with a living — my job — is chalk full of ways to be creative and build interesting things. It’s never “work.” It’s also… and I mean this… addicting.

Perhaps the biggest challenge facing me this year is coming to terms with that.