I read an article recently that says people who are very wealthy prefer to continue working because it gives them status, structure, and relevance. Once you have a few bucks, you can travel the world, sleep in, and do nothing. After a while, this ceases to appeal--especially if your mind prefers stimulation and interaction with others.
I have been blogging for almost four months and I try to put something out on a weekly basis. There is no fixed schedule. Sometimes, I think I am pithy. There are times where I am less so.
I have projected my life and tried to live my life without the boundaries that tie minds down. I instinctively push against structures, I am iconoclastic, and I aspire to making the world a better place. Today, however, I feel little inspiration.
So, while short, this is the equivalent of the dishelvelled worker who comes in, grunts hello, and goes to his cubicle. I am trying not to jettison this structure, however tenuous.