When I discovered that fun should not end 
Recently someone gave me the most disturbing comment world
- Do you know that most of the time I do not know if I'm working or not? - amazement
My face must not have been normal since the following comment was - Not that I'm slaving away and all you do is get in front of the computer making money ... - Follow my face with astonishment, but in my mind is forming the word "LOCO" - I'm just so horny and doing things that motivate me so I do not know if I'm really working or doing what I like - My
dear readers, as a group of you, my astonishment face no longer present, indeed, I really felt sorry for the person I made the comment, even accounting for her happy face to make such a claim, since at that time I really thought that one must have the ability to know when you are working or not. It is something as basic as knowing when you're bathing, brushing teeth or eating. You know you're doing an activity, not that one day you come and say - Epa ... like I'm brushing my teeth and I had not noticed! But as this space is not called "The writer knows everything", I have discovered from experience that this situation unusual is happening to me. There are times I do not know if I'm working or not. Since the moment of inspiration / innovation / emprendiemiento where I am today I was talking with another colleague about how to define an idea of \u200b\u200bmy experiences, my proposals for innovation, how to invest, how to win, how to learn to lose, finally, a talk-oriented work to new business opportunities. The interesting fact: We were talking in my car in a traffic jam terrible traffic, having a completely informal conversation (which unfortunately did not record and I barely remember what I wrote) with no work commitments. I was working and I had not noticed. Doing a bit of memory and what I've been watching ahciendo lately, I'm having periods where I'm not 100% clear if he was working or not. To be honest, these are recent time periods, mostly because I had not thought much about the subject. you do not know if at any time that has happened to them had been eating and had not noticed, but I received the gift of experience From a personal revelation, that is, my friend I was talking nonsense or anything like that, indeed, I was teaching the beginning of a whole new path for me, but it is obvious to others: The employee's life is tied to employment, the person's life is tied to life. While they think and feel about this revelation (and on the craziness of the idea of \u200b\u200bdoing things without knowing if you are actually doing something) I'm going to keep doing what I do best. What I want when I want, because I, as I want.
The employee, the employee, the entrepreneur and the person 
Given reasons that I will never understand, I'm always thinking about things that are obvious even when I raise questions. In particular, I speak a little of what is perhaps most obvious in the world, but as usually mess me talking about it, I'd rather expose my subject. At issue is the classification of people according to the context. me explain a bit: In the network where I'm connected (I put your face here do not understand) the contributors we do what we like to have distinctions based on the context of the projects that we are, and that distintción between each role among project is often complex interaction between the different network partners. In Christian: In the company I work (Put your face here "AHHHHHH, would have started out there") positions or classifications assigned by the project, which involves a project that your activities may be directed to the work trade, while another may be geared towards the operational side. This, though it sounds a bit complicated (imagine it as a seller at any given time engaged in assembling cars) is very effective when defining highly competitive team in the organization, as each person has the power to decide largely what role it wants to have at any time. Now, this idea is not to talk about my workplace, but the activity in context to people based on what they do at any given time. "Dad" morning becomes the "companion" or "husband" without much complexity according to the social situation in which it is, so I do not want to consider these simple divisions. I talk about those moments when assigning a role happens to be an assignment to a label. Here is where I roll it up unnecessarily. I have seen many cases where people tend to classify a person, and by force of habit, directly associate with the individual classification, which means that the classification is what gives meaning to the person, not vice versa. An example of these situations is in advertising, when you refer to a product by a particular brand rather than the generic product. Here in Venezuela one of the most common examples is pre-cooked corn meal, no one called by the name above, but for "Harina PAN." Imagine that a person is never recognized as Luis Rodríguez Díaz, but as "Laura's husband." The biggest concern is getting out of this classification, because eventually you begin to lose personal identity, based solely on the need to be classified to exist. Anyway, all this explanation I am talking about is based on a simple question: Have you thought about all the people who try and analyze based on the classification we have given? I just think, and I really realize how little we really know the person, but worse still much to know the partner, employee and entrepreneur to me. So I'm going to stop picking my mental garbage and I'm going to start talking to the person, to see them.
