I love my work. I don’t know anyone who can say that.
I don’t want to fill the next purchase order. I don’t want to pull parts for a high tech manufacturing firm. I don’t care if we are ISO certified for whatever revision  we’re on.

I don’t want a corner office with a window. I don’t want to wear $700 suits to work. I especially don’t want to wear panty hose to work!

I don’t want to give performance reviews. I don’t want to design the next Apple campaign.

I just don’t care about the things I was trained to care about during my MBA.

I just want to change the world.

But no matter how much I love my work, I’m still tired.

It’s exhausting. At it wears me out.

And the bottom line is more elusive.