The Good Ol' Days

I really do miss the days of loving my job. Working on the weekends is no fun, especially since I was not planning on working. I guess this too shall pass. I can only hope to have another job that I truly enjoy. Until then, I need to trudge through the rat race and try to keep my head above water.

Just another Manic Monday...

I have spent the good part of this morning and part of last night feeling sorry for myself because no one really cares about how I am doing. They just want to ask politely how you are doing and they expect to hear the normal answers. Anything outside the normal is something they do not want to hear. But somewhere during the drive back from lunch and walking back to my desk I realized something. It isn’t that no one cares; it is just that the majority of my time is spent with coworkers and they are the ones that really do not care. Your family and really good friends do care about your well being. Unfortunately most people do not get to see them most days (unless of course you work with your family).

I guess that is my one small revelation for the day. Time to get back to the grind. Perhaps with this new insight I will let up on myself and enjoy the day for what it is.

My own worst enemy

Yes, your words should help motivate me to get to work and help me be a better person, but I am too busy beating myself up over my poor performance to really listen to the words. Yes, I am stuck in a rut and need to find a way to get out, but I rarely put myself first.

If only I would give myself the time to nurture myself.

Back to the grind...