As we all know, work sux! It is a four letter word and we have to do it; those two make it bad enough. But why do we let our work consume us? I know people who hold jobs at all levels and many of them are consumed by their job. Don’t get me wrong I know job pride and the joy of a job well done; but I never let it consume me. Over the last few years I have noticed that employers no longer care about their employees and their morale. Has out sourcing taken the ultimate toll? Have we become desensitized to our own staff due to other countries eagerness to make the American dollar? Or is it that we just became a project management kind of work force? We all know the kind, well paid short lived and nothing matters but the project. It is simple for me: I am only as good as those that support and help me. Never would I ride the backs of people for my own status. Oh but wait, I am assuming we have leaders instead of managers. I have been fortunate to know leadership and have been called upon to do work which put me in harm’s way. At no time did I ponder it or question it for those that called me were leaders and had my loyalty and trust. Funny thing is that all the “managers” of the world only have fear and threats. These “skills” are usually how they project their inadequacies on those that they ride to the top only to cast away as they no longer serve a need. Leader, manager, drone or follower; we all have our place. Do you know where you stand and are you ok with the example of leadership that you portray?
I saw a poster the other day and it said we close our eyes to kiss, cry and dream. Unfortunately it did not sink in until I get frustrated, took a breath and closed my eyes. The wheels began to spin and I began to look back at some of the times in my life which truly molded me. From anger to yearning all of these (good or bad) held one simple tick: I closed my eyes. From birth we are taught to close your eyes and magic happens. Fast forward to puberty and we (thanks to Hollywood and sappy love stories) hold our breath, close our eyes and hope our kiss is requited. Then I began to remember the bad, the conflicts the anger and those times in which the monster looked back at me; and there is it. No matter how bad there always seemed to be that split second of clarity gleaned from my eyes being closed. Then we come to the core of ourselves, the inner spiritual realm that grounds use. No matter what we believe, feel or think we all close our eyes and ask for help. Now I am at a purely exist...
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