Are You Too Busy Earning A Living To Be Truly Living?

Are You Too Busy Earning A Living To Be Truly Living?

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Continuing on from my recent post about doing what you love, and to show that I haven’t always walked the talk, I’d like to tell a story about my worst job.

I applied for this job, went for an interview and got it on the spot. It was all so easy. Within six weeks I had been promoted to manager and I thought life was pretty good.

The job was about thirty kilometres away but the trip was through spectacular scenery and a pleasant, quiet drive it was, with very little traffic.

A few months into the job I started to dread getting out of bed and going to work. I had trouble pinpointing the exact cause of my trepidation but after some soul-searching I knew it was a combination of things.

Being away from my kids so much, not having time for me, an insecure boss with a tenuous grip on reality all made me realise that I hated the job and I had been using clever techniques to fool myself into thinking otherwise.

Whilst I loved the drive to work, I hated turning onto the long driveway that would take me to my destination. I would soak up the scenery like a sponge until I got to the turn-off and then leave the best part of me in those hills until the end of the day when I’d pick up my essence on the way home. I’m speaking metaphorically, of course.

I was fooling myself into thinking everything was ok when in reality I hated the job and would rather be anywhere but there. My mind was protecting me from the dreary monotony of the work, and the crazy behaviour of my boss, the best way it knew how, by not really being there. I was essentially on autopilot until I finished work.

One day, after the boss had an outburst that was even more insane and confusing than usual, I took back my power. I stood up and gave my notice and went home. I was upset but I knew I was better than that and no one should waste their precious time in a demeaning job doing something they hate.

The funny part was the next day she asked me if I was feeling better and if I’d changed my mind. Oh yeah, I was feeling better but had I changed my mind? Hell no! This was one of the best decisions I’d ever made. And the drive home on my last day was a sweet ride indeed.

For the next few months I would wake up in the morning and reassure myself that I never had to go back there. It was a wonderful feeling and I was going to keep it.

The thing is, time is finite. We only have so much of it and once used it can never be regained. You never know when your time will run out so you must use what you have wisely.

Killing time is one of the most appalling expressions I’ve ever heard. Never squander your time (or kill it). Use it to do what you feel is right for you, don’t waste it working for lunatics and control-freaks.

No one can give their best if they’re not happy but happiness is a choice. You can be happy in horrible conditions but you also have the power to change those conditions.

We can make our own future; it doesn’t have to be defined by the past. Learn from your mistakes and not only demand a better future but go out and get it. Choose to be happy now. Never let a bad or unhappy past be responsible for creating an unhappy future.

Remember that if you keep doing the same things you’ll keep getting the same results. We get what we expect so expect greatness; expect only good things to happen. Instead of dwelling on the past change it up and build yourself a better future.  None of us are getting any younger. It’s time to take back your power and take control of your life.

Keep the Faith

 


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