Sometimes when I look at LinkedIn, the only social media I have left, I get amazed and almost confused about where I exist and how I choose to do things.

I seldom use the kind of language that seems to live there. The steady stream of excitement, the superlatives, the “thrilled to announce” moods. My feed often looks like a parallel universe where everyday work moments arrive dressed as life-changing events. Tools, updates, meetings, certifications, all wrapped in a level of emotional fireworks that doesn’t come natural to me.

It simply feels foreign to me to feel that way about work. That intensity, that rush of emotion, that spark people describe. For me, that belongs more to life than to labour. To the people I love and the moments that shift something inside me. Not a new system, a new milestone, or a new title.

And maybe that has something to do with how I interpret work in general. I do a lot of work in life, just not everything I do is tied to a monetary transaction. Some things I do because someone depends on it, some because they matter to me, and some because they quietly build the kind of life I want.

So when I scroll through LinkedIn, it sometimes feels like listening to a language I recognise but don’t speak. A different world, existing right next to mine.

In the end, I guess that’s what it is, not a judgment, not a mismatch, just different worlds. And I’m happy to be in mine.