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Grateful For Gratitude

October 27, 2013 Leave a comment

For today’s post, I felt the need to lock BD00 away for just a bit and share this twitversation with y’all. I may have to delete it when the bastard breaks the lock and sees what I’ve done to his blasphemous blog. D’oh!

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The title of this post somehow reminds me of the old cereal commercial: “Cuckoo For Cocoa Puffs!“.

Sacrifice Or Enjoyment?

On the recommendation of Fred Brooks, I read Dorothy Sayers’s “The Mind Of The Maker” after finishing his delightful “The Design Of Design“. TMOTM explores the possible connections and similarities between human and divine creativity. This passage triggered a twinge of gratitude within me.

When a job is undertaken from necessity, or from a grim sense of disagreeable duty, the worker is self-consciously aware of the toils and pains he undergoes, and will say: “I have made such and such sacrifice for this.” But when the job is a labor of love, the sacrifices will present themselves to the worker – strange as it may seem – in the guise of enjoyment.  – Dorothy Sayers

Why gratitude? Because I’ve been lucky, incredibly lucky, to have worked on enjoyable projects doing work I love for the vast majority of my career. Oh sure, there were temporary spikes of perceived “poor me” thinking on each and every one of those projects, but at end game, I felt like I contributed something of value while enjoying the work at the same time. I think, but am not sure, that most people can’t quite say that. Some people hate to go to their jobs every single day.

Sayers is an eloquent writer and there’s quite a bit of good stuff in TMOTM, but I felt my mind wandering often. I was too turned off by the religious-specific passages and references. Nevertheless, here are a few other gems that kept me reading till the end of the book:

Every thought is an inseparable trinity of memory, understanding, and will.

The stronger the creative pulse, the more powerful is the urge away from any identification of the ego with creation.

The artist does not see life as a problem to be solved, but as a medium for creation.

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