I want to hear thenewgreen's thoughts on this. My honest answer is: I don't care about work. I mean, I care enough to get the tasks done, but I sold my soul to this devil a LONG time ago. I am not what I do for a living. I am, first and foremost, a husband. Then a father. Those things require me to trade my time for money. I care about getting the job done well. But I am not what I do for a living. For some reason, that has helped me emotionally detach from my day to day "stressors". They "stress" me enough to get it done, and done well. And then I move on to the next task. This is not to say I'm a zen master who is in complete control. I lose my shit on a regular basis... but remembering why I work at a job I don't like or find fulfilling helps me to recenter and move on.
"There is no beauty but the beauty of action." Here's my Opa saying something akin:
Regarding not caring about work: This is why I want it to be less stressful. The fewer fucks I give about my work tasks, the more I have left for the more important things. Save energy so that it can be redirected elsewhere. That said, recentering and putting my work into perspective are definitely things I could be doing a bit more of! I underestimate the amount of freedom I have to stand up, get a glass of water and just breathe a little.