Why I Write

I have a great job. Actually it’s a fantastic job for me. I have flexible hours, I can work almost anywhere, which means that I can do things like go with my kids to events, even trips out of town and still work. I get to express myself, and talk about interesting things.
However there are hassles, it can be a grind, and there is pressure to come up with something interesting on a regular basis. I do enjoy it, but I have had times where I thought about going to be a DBA somewhere and letting someone else point out work for me to do.
Then I get notes like this:
I’ve been in this business since 1980, starting with CDC punch cards, so you can see how much ‘experience’ has accumulated in what seems like the wink of an eye. I don’t get the chance to read all your editorials, but from the ones I have read, you have the gift ( because it is a gift ) of seeing the whole picture!
… Your insight and knowledge of not just ‘work’ but of people and careers is the best, more so than any other I’ve read. Don’t lose that deep appreciation of life/work, care and intelligence your editorials have come to be.
That’s cool. It arrived in my Inbox recently and made my day.