When we toured Queensland, we arrived at the most picturesque of picnic spots: Lake Eacham on the Atherton Tablelands. APM, the office, the staff, the clients, bills, finances etc. etc. were among a long list of things that were so far from my thoughts at that moment in time.
Within five minutes of finding a lovely shady spot on the grass, I jumped to my feet and expressed my desire to whip around the lake and see if I could scare up a few local reptiles. Before my beloved was less than half way through the definition of a 'family holiday' I had vanished. I returned 2.5 hours later (NB: It was a big lake!).
I thought nothing of doing, in those 2.5 hours of leisure time, what I fundamentally get paid to do quite regularly at work. But when you are having as much fun as I was having, crawling through the tangles root masses and lianas of the giant figs chasing the sound of claws scratching on bark, it can hardly be considered work.
I am not the only one who constantly stumbles back and forth across the blurred line of work/leisure. After a whole year of teaching dance to 400 screaming kids, the teachers at Step-up Dance Academy decided they would spend another 15 hours filming this parody of Taylor Swift's Shake It Off just for the love of dance.
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