MY WORK = MY LIFE

Here's a comment I posted, FYI:

I WANT TO "COME CLEAN" ON THIS ONE. IT'S A SET-UP OF SORTS. I LOVE MY WIFE, DEARLY. I LOVE MY 2 BOYS. (AND, FOR THAT MATTER, MY MOM & 3 DOGS.) BUT, FOR BETTER OR FOR WORSE, MY "WORK" IS MY "PLAY"—THE PRIMARY SOURCE OF MY "AUTHENTIC" (NOTICE I STUCK THAT WORD IN THE POLL) HAPPINESS. I WAS ON THE WAY TO THE "COUNTRY STORE" TO PICK UP MY SUNDAY PAPER, AND SOMEONE GOING ABOUT 25 MPH WAS AHEAD OF ME. I PASSED. (DOUBLE YELLOW LINE.) THIS PERSON ALSO WENT INTO THE STORE. SHE SAID TO ME, "WHAT'S THE HURRY?" I DIDN'T MEAN TO BE RUDE OR ARROGANT (WAS I BOTH?), BUT I SURPRISED MYSELF WHEN I REPLIED (NOT "SNAPPED"), "I'VE GOT TO CHANGE THE WORLD." WELL, ARROGANT OR NOT, I DO. MY WORK MAY NOT MATTER, BUT IF NOT IT WON'T DAMN WELL BE FOR LACK OF TRYING! (AND, YES, THAT MAKES ME LUCKY.) (AND, PER STEVE Y, IT'S A CONSCIOUS CHOICE!)