They know their (work) mission.

Making work. Yes, I know people who specialize in making work. Everything is a work project. No time for pleasure. It’s all work. Often, they think of themselves as disciplined. Disciplined to work. Always. They can’t ever fully relax. Can’t take time off from work. It’s truly work. Not pleasure in the least bit. Even if they go for a walk. It’s not time off. But work. They clean the house. They clean themselves. In a workmanlike way. They even eat their meals, as if it’s work. Fast and furious. To get it done. So they can go on to another job. They make lists. Of things to get done. Today and tomorrow and next week. They know their mission. They were put on Mother Earth for a reason. To work.  Until the day they die. Only then will they truly rest. –Jim Broede