I was talking with a friend this weekend and the thought
lite went off. We were both venting about our jobs and how nice the weekend is
until Sunday when the dread of Monday sets in. WTF? From Eat Pray Love, “I built this life and was involved in it” but how
has it became this drone existence. Every song on radio praises the weekend and
despises the work week and SO DO WE ALL!!!! How sad this is that we live for
100 days out of 365 in our year around the sun. This has been on my mind for a
while and everyone I speak to seems to have the same story. We work and live
for the weekend but what kind of living is that? I know better than most that
work is a four letter word which I must do but I want it to be a happy part of
my life not merely a necessity. I chose this career over one I love for money
and it is taking its toll. I have molded myself into a corporate drone who sits
in traffic, gets the Monday blues on Sunday and has little life during the
week. Yes, I am not living; I am simply existing.
NO FEAR my ass, I am scared to death! For me I find this statement concerning. I have spent a large portion of my life in the service of others. Be it as a soldier, a security professional or a pseudo parent protection has been my life for longer than I care to remember. During my rough and tumble life I have been on both side of the coin, I have done good things for/too bad people and bad things for/too good people with ramifications that left scars all over my life. During my career I have seen great people and had the pleasure to speak candidly about some of the work they did. Across the board from all I spoken to, they all point to the standard definition of hero “one who does the job even though fear is paramount”. It is amazing that most never consider themselves hero’s just people doing the job as needed. In that I see and feel the same driving force: fear (like pain) reminds me I am alive and guides me. Fear makes me think, rethink, prepare, pack, unpack and repack. I vividly r
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