Me, Sam and Amy are headed up north for a few days of relaxation on a lake. I'm excited, but for perhaps the first time in my adult career, I am a little sad about missing some fun stuff at work. Lucky for me I will have a blackberry and promises from the rest of our crew to keep me in the loop.
I don't know if I am there yet, but I read this quote in a book titled "let my people go surfing":
A master in the art of living draws no sharp distinction between his work and his play, his labor and his leisure, his mind and his body, his education and his recreations. He hardly knows which is which. He simply pursues his vision of excellence through whatever he is doing and leaves others to determine whether he is working or playing. To himself, he always seems to be doing both.