As you know from the last few days of posts, I ran a debate tournament yesterday. Eighty students pushed through six rounds and a final – in one day – making for an exhausting day of good, hard work.
The nonprofit organization I founded and run, Training Minds Ministry, underwrote the event. The club Training Minds underwrites, the Monumentum Debate Club, ran the event. What this means is that my friends and family all tirelessly pitched in to make this massive event happen. I’m literally exhausted.
I’ll share pictures of the event tomorrow when I have time to put a good picture story together, but that’s not what I want to share with you this morning. Yesterday at one of the few slow times of the day, I got into a good conversation with the Judge Orientation staff – my daughter, Cynthia, and her friend Jeremy. It had to do with a book Cynthia was reading, The 4-Hour Work Week.
I haven’t read the book – and Cynthia isn’t finished with it either – but we three talked about it’s apparent meaning. The author advocates a lifestyle that dedicates only four hours per week to actual “money-making work.” The rest of the week should be dedicated to the things that you love to do (in his case it is travel and extreme sports).
I wondered, Am I already living the 4-hour work week? When I think about it, the actual “money-making work” that I do – store management, stuffing orders, taking care of customers – I suppose if added up throughout the week is about 4 hours. On busy weeks, maybe up to 10.
What do I do with all my time? I run projects like the Monumentum Debate Tournament that I ran yesterday. I coach the club whose parents filled the administrative positions throughout the tournament. I seek out new ideas that help promote the cause of Training Minds, I blog on this site to encourage “training for action” (the key verse of the ministry), I connect with others who love and believe in the training of young minds for action.
None of this is “money-making work.”
It’s all philanthropy.
And I love every minute of it.
Honestly, I am literally exhausted from the 18 hours of tournament administration yesterday, but I cannot pull myself to call it “work.” I was having too much fun, and I wasn’t making a dime!
This makes me wonder how many people are wasting their life away pouring their lives into 40-60 hour work weeks, always looking forward to the weekend, vacations and retirement to finally do what they love, thinking to themselves that if they only had the money they could finally do what they loved.
They work long hours to make “enough.”
Their lives are work.
And many of them hate their lives.
What do you think? Do you work for the weekend? Are you in a job that you can honestly say you love? Or do you feel enslaved in a work week that keeps you from that which brings you fulfillment and joy? I don’t think that’s the way to live.
I’d love to hear from you (post below). I probably won’t comment back too soon because I’m heading to another tournament today. I’m not running it, but I’ll be helping my kids and club by judging and assisting with parliamentary debate. I won’t be making any money and I’ll be loving every second of it, and something is very right about that.