“I don't know how I can be so ambitious and so lazy at the same time.”
Damn, that is so freaking apt for me right now. There are so many things that I dream of doing and experiencing, and most of that gets dumped into the back burner almost always. Just look at this blog. I am even not able to write here as often as I would like to. As a few of you have kindly pointed out, I am getting more consistent now. And I thank you all who come read here. But yet damn, I could still do so much better. And remember that "pet project" I was working on last year? Still not even close to being complete. There are a lot of things in life that I am not doing any to. There is always that nagging voice in the back of my head, "aren't you forgetting something?" Of course I am lady, what you think?! (Dunno why that voice inside my head always sounds like Meryl Streep.) You woke up today, planning to this, this, this and this. And how much have you actually got yourself to do? None.
I mean don't get me wrong. I am a killer at work. There is no freak mistakes happening there, none whatsoever. I am good at what I do, and there is no way I am letting anything make things otherwise. But that is all that I can state in utmost confidence. A lot of people that I know and/or work with have to the same thing to say, we are all working way too much that we should. Almost everyone I know is doing atleast a couple hour each week than they are supposed to. Most of the people I know, still check on their work mailers way past their bed times. Even I have started to check up on my mails early in the morning. And I was the kind of guy who'd make fun of a thing like that.
I suppose all this could be written off as being part of growing up.
There comes a point, when at least the six of the last ten recent calls work related. (Who calls anyone at all these days.)
There comes a point, when an old friend texts you, you automatically start thinking up excuses for avoiding a meet-up. (And that is even before you reply with a Hi.)
There comes a point, when the best accomplishment you've done all week would be a good job from your folks at office. (And getting none at all, turns you into the Hulk. Inside your head of course)
There comes a point, when the worst thing to happen to you all week is wake up healthy on a Monday. (And worse still is waking up sick, but still have to go to work because you have something urgent to do.)
The thing is. of late, I am listening to a lot of mishaps happening that are work related. We are all taking up too much on ourselves. Working long hours, And treat every single case of work-related hurdles like a matter of life and death. While honestly it is not. Not everyone amongst work at a place where every single mistake that you do cause actual physical harm to anyone. Stress is par for the course, if you work as a paramedic or in law enforcement etc. But if you spend the majority of you time at work sitting on your backside, you really shouldn't be spending every waking moment treating like you're wading through a mine field.
Don't take everything so seriously. Every once in a while, get up from your cubicle and walk around your floor. Take the time to interact with folks around you and actually make a human connection. That I've found relieves the stress in a big way. Also I've found people are very generous with laughter at work, they would laugh at practically anything. No matter how cringe worthy your joke was. That I've found also boosts your morale in a big way.
Yet, if at all you goof up, and end up spending over 12 hours at a stretch in your cubicle. Just relax for a moment, take a breath. And tell yourself - "No one is going to die. The world will survive if this one thing didn't happen right now. Come back tomorrow and have a go at it again. Right now, you need to get out of here. Go home. Remember that place?"
Don't overstretch and over-stress yourself over anything, mate. Nothing in life is worth it.
Go home!
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