I know I keep making up words, but this one I totally think should be one. How is it so ingrained in my being to work all the time that I take a sick day, yet spend it online with my work emails, still call in my conference call meeting for an hour, and spend the rest of the time thinking about work? I never wanted this part of my life. The whole office-computer-politics-career-9to5 (or 7 or 8) part. Usually, I can ignore it, just enjoy everything that starts after I leave the office, but whenever I stop and think "why do I do what I'm doing?" I can never really come up with a good answer. It's challenging, it's something different, it's a great company, it's the reason I live in a cool city like London...but none of these are substantial enough to merit looking at myself in the mirror and seeing an aging, fattening, stressing version of myself.
Do I have the guts to change though? Or more practically, the means to make a change? Or more truly, do I have a compelling enough end to justify the means it would take to make a change?
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