I am pretty much free of the obsession to work, the slavish obligation to work
But tonight as I work on my outline I have a feeling I've felt before when writing, when programming in my youth
And it's a feeling that stems from the fact I'm doing good work
It's a feeling that the rest of life doesn't matter—my old family failures, other failures in my life are mitigated by the fact that I'm doing good work
And while I want my family to matter, while I want success in the rest of my life—it feels good to do good work (which I'm still able to do)
So for a moment I'm enjoying that feeling of pride and independence I have from doing good work—when I stumble (and ultimately when I am unable to stand) my work will still be able to—on its own