I can still reach DH by cell phone today, but sometime tonight or tomorrow, I won’t be able to hear his voice for a long time. But ... he sounds so happy.
He misses us, of course, and 18-hour days aren’t exactly the most fun thing in the world, but he sounds happy. That makes it a little easier for me to bear. He just loves the ocean, and he loves traveling. He sounds positively exhilarated.
We’re different. Most of the work I’ve done in my life has been a striving for some artistic goal, which means my work has been my life’s passion, not really a job.
DH, on the other hand, works to travel. That’s what fulfills him. He always says a "job is just a job" and "a job is a means to an end." He has a great work ethic and he takes pride in doing his work well, but ... to him, it doesn’t matter what he does, as long as it buys him the lifestyle he wants.
I don’t know if I have a point to this post. Except to express that I feel guilty. He sounds happier. And I feel guilty for "keeping" him in Ohio. I want him to be happy, too.
I think there is something in all of our lives that exhilarates us. And that we need to find it and do it. I need to make a plan so that DH sounds exhilarated more.
Sorry, boring journal sort of entry today. How do you view your work? How does your partner?