I love my work, and I feel fortunate to be doing a job I love, but it isn't the centre of my life.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My work life is intense. But I love what I do.
I don't feel like my job is to be beloved.
I like what I do, and I'm very fortunate now to be in a very nice place. Which is that I don't have to work anymore. So the work that I do now is purely because I really want to.
It's what is strange about doing a job that is also the thing you love, the thing you feel passionate about. People get to the point where they're burned out and disillusioned by the whole thing because when things aren't going well at work it also means they aren't going well in your heart, in your soul. They're all wrapped up together.
I love my career right now, and I won't be with anybody until they make my life as satisfying and as happy as my work makes me.
I love what I do. I work a lot, I work all the time, but I love it.
I've worked hard my whole life, since I was a little kid. But now it's a point in my life now where I can just enjoy it, but at the same time I still need to work.
I have a career I love more than I can tell you, and I have it because I work incredibly hard pretty much every single day.
I love my work, but my home life is so fulfilling that I don't tend to be driven by work ambitions.
My job is what I love. I don't need an escape from it.