It’s drive, but on a different planet.
It’s six on a Monday morning and I’m back in the laboratory with a couple of techs, everyone focused, concentrating on their tasks at hand (except for me, I guess–I’m blogging, aren’t I?). And I wonder what drives us–what drives them. I think we all have different motivations, some because this–being here, slogging away at their investigative task. Someone once told me that it takes a certain kind of mind to want to do this, a certain kind of personality–which is true of all vocations, I think, even those that I can’t understand or don’t particularly like are perfectly fitted to the people who exemplify what is the very best of their professions.
More on this later, when I get home–something’s pushing at me to try and write this out, to try and speak what it is that I’m feeling, but things are finally clicking along now with the work thing and I need to catch that wave.
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