Nothing else I like gets all my best hours for even three days a week, let alone five. It’s nutty to me that if I like my job I must want to spend more than ha

Nothing else I like gets all my best hours for even three days a week, let alone five. It’s nutty to me that if I like my job I must want to spend more than half the week doing it. There’s nothing—nothing—I like well enough that I want to devote more than 50% of my best hours a week to it… every single week indefinitely. I can love my job and still not want to do more than 20 hours a week of it. Those aren’t contradictory feelings.