Yesterday a coworker of mine told me that my personality had changed over the past couple of months, that I wasn't the same peppy person I used to be. In fact, he said I seem stoic these days.
And I promptly told him to get out of my office before I sold him to pirates because he had insulted my honor.
Not really, but I did pretty much tell him he was wrong. He has mistaken my current Zen mood for stoicism. I'm actually more calm and content and happy than I've been in a very long while. As I explained to him, I came back from my injury much less invested in my job. I don't take it as personally anymore. I just come in, I do my job, and I go home. I don't gallivant through the hallways avoiding work ebcause I hate my job, and I'm no longer as spastic as I used to be. Why?
Because I just don't care as much anymore.
Don't get me wrong, I still care about doing a good job and keeping my people well taken care of but I've realized that it is what it is: a job. It pays my bills, it keeps my clothed and fed, and on occasion, it teaches me something. But I don't have stress dreams anymore and I don't feel guilty for leaving early or coming in late because I had to take care of something in my personal life.
I've found that I tend to have this attitude about most of my life these days. And you know what? It maks life so much easier.
Life is what it is. You are who you are. All I can do is be the best person I can and hope that other people like being around me. And so far, they do. What more could I ask for?
Ommmmm.
And I promptly told him to get out of my office before I sold him to pirates because he had insulted my honor.
Not really, but I did pretty much tell him he was wrong. He has mistaken my current Zen mood for stoicism. I'm actually more calm and content and happy than I've been in a very long while. As I explained to him, I came back from my injury much less invested in my job. I don't take it as personally anymore. I just come in, I do my job, and I go home. I don't gallivant through the hallways avoiding work ebcause I hate my job, and I'm no longer as spastic as I used to be. Why?
Because I just don't care as much anymore.
Don't get me wrong, I still care about doing a good job and keeping my people well taken care of but I've realized that it is what it is: a job. It pays my bills, it keeps my clothed and fed, and on occasion, it teaches me something. But I don't have stress dreams anymore and I don't feel guilty for leaving early or coming in late because I had to take care of something in my personal life.
I've found that I tend to have this attitude about most of my life these days. And you know what? It maks life so much easier.
Life is what it is. You are who you are. All I can do is be the best person I can and hope that other people like being around me. And so far, they do. What more could I ask for?
Ommmmm.
