Definition Work

My daughter, Beatrix, attends a Montessori preschool. For those that don’t know, Montessori is an educational model and plan developed by Dr. Maria Montessori. It has a high focus on independent, self-directed, learning and fostering a child’s natural curiosity and hunger for self-development and growth. The particular Montessori school that Beatrix attends takes a very canonical approach to this model and I’ve watched her really flourish and thrive in that environment.

One of the things I love about the Montessori model is the idea and definition of the word “work”. In a Montessori environment, any purposeful activity is described as work. For instance, cutting up bananas to have as a snack is referred to as “banana work” or learning math skills by counting beads is referred to as “bead work”.

The reason I love this is that it takes the often negative ideas and connotations we normally associate with the word work and brings it back to what the word actually means:

work /wÉ™rk/ — Noun: Activity involving mental or physical effort done in order to achieve a purpose or result. Verb: Be engaged in physical or mental activity in order to achieve a purpose or result, esp. in one’s job; do work.

So, by this definition, everything we do that has purpose is work. Perhaps, then, we could adopt the phrasing used by the Montessori method…

Throwing a frisbee with the kids? Frisbee work.

Taking a walk to the beach to see the sunset? Sunset work.

Hugging a friend to let them know you care? Hugging work.

Doesn’t that make work sound so much better? I think it does.

So, when I talk about “work”, as I likely will be doing a lot more of here in the coming weeks, please understand that I’m not necessarily talking about a job or career or some task or drudgery. When that is my meaning I will try to use one of those more specific terms.

Instead, my definition of work is a positive one defined by purpose, meaning, value, and results. The way, thanks to Montessori, my daughter understands it.

French Lunch

I’ve tweeted it, I’ve spoken about it on my podcast, and others have given their own riffs on the idea, but I have never written it down here on my own site.

I’m talking about my favorite thing to eat for lunch. I call it French Lunch because it is always what I imagine is in the lunchbox of every hard laborer in France (I have no idea if that is, in fact, the case).

It’s pretty easy actually. Here’s what I do:

  • Grab a good fresh crusty baguette. Good bread is the foundation so spare no expense here and aim for fresh as possible. Made today? Good. Made less than an hour ago? Better!

  • Get a creamy-style cheese like Brie or Délice de Bourgogne (or, occasionally, I’ll go for something a bit more firm and nutty like Manchego depending on my mood).

  • Then a bunch of good red grapes. Sometimes I do a ripe pear if grapes are not in season or otherwise hard to find. But fruity and juicy and sweet is the goal here.

It’s very simple, requires nothing but a knife (and even that is optional if you want to go all “beast mode” about it), and zero prep. Just take it out, plate it and eat it.

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Something I Love: REI Fleece Jacket

I have this fleece jacket that I love. Bought it at REI several years ago. It has served me well ever since. It is the perfect weight. Not too light and not too heavy. Perfect for a chilly Minnesota day. It was in the low thirties today with no wind and I was perfectly fine in this over a long sleeve shirt all day. It also is super durable. It is the fleece I grab when I know I’m going to be in for some rough or dirty business.

When I bought it, it was near the end of the season. There were not many left. I would have preferred black or grey. But they had none in my size. I could find only one in my size — this one. So, the green it was. I’ve since come to be just fine with it.

Generally, when I find something like this that I like I try to buy two or three. Largely because the inevitable happens — I’ll never be able to find it again. This is true here it would seem. The models I have seen at REI in the years since have all been just a bit off. A bit heavier or lighter or the fit not quite the same.

Yet, I don’t really need another just yet. This seems to be holding up well enough to keep me warm in cooler weather. It is paranoia, really. That I have now been spoiled by the best fleece ever and nothing else will compare.

So, I shall try to take as good of care of it as it has of me all of these years. I owe it, at least, this.