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.
Several conversations held over the last week led me to this entry. Relationships, life, friends, work and life in general revolve around our evaluation of choices versus consequences yet we fail miserably at being honest with ourselves. Few know this horrible truth as well as I do but we sometimes cannot get past it. Why is it we can lay down our life for others but we do little to keep ourselves happy let alone make choices to make ourselves happy. It hit me when the call came and the voice on the other end was near complete and utter demise over a choice which to me was crystal clear. Without being the “I told you so” person I listened and allowed them to talk themselves into it. Very often we just need to “hear it come out of our own mouth” to truly grasp the reality of what lies ahead. Once the journey moved off the brink of oblivion to a “comfortable numbness of reality” the question I feared most was asked: “Why didn’t you tell me?” Five simple words that burn like fire and...

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