Stress is a bitch!
I am writing this post after a year of silence due mainly to a maniacal time-line and lack of interest in anything besides maintaining my mental sanity and squeezing that little time left out to spend with my family.
Today I am at a new point in my life where I am re-evaluating everything I have and re-building perspective.
Work has a way of defining people, or better all people have the tendency to define themselves by their work, their social circle, their Facebook friends, their religions,political beleifs, teams be them football, cricket or Quidditch (or the hate there of).
I find it amazing that we all look outside for the definition of who we are.
We work hard, prostitute our time and life for money to give in for the monetary needs, ad loose sight of the horizon.
The money we keep getting is always too little and low in value, but the time we give is always so precious.
Today’s workplaces for the most are riddled with a cancer I found to lure behind people’s insecurities, need of accountability, and the urge to point fingers. Blame.
Hindsight comes fast to the rescue of the by standers of problems but it is so easy to point fingers. We all do it but in most workplaces it’s a culture. After reading about issues I had at work and ways to avoid the stress and lack of communication with my colleagues and I came across this article.
I thought “So now I know who to blame them … ” then it struck me .. WAIT !! I am doing it myself.
We all blame something or someone even ourselves and blame is a dis-abler. We point to everything as a cause of our problems including ourselves (but not in the real way). If we know the cause then we know the solution blaming is useless.
Action need be taken if we do not like where we are going and sometimes action is painful.
The main cause of stress as I see it today is the blame or the stimulus to blame. This is triggered by a fundamental urge to fit in. The question is what defines me ? My job, my family ? One good answer came from my best friend (soulhiker). He shared with me at a concert over a hand rolled tabacco cig the truth that what defines us is intent.
In a nutshell what we do is who we are and Batman and his girl friend were right.
I have an endless list of those TODO notes all over my diaries, my book my code, it is me trying to define myself out side of me to stretch out. But Intent has a way of growing like plants in very unexpected places.
The ideas the passions we grow require cultivation and care. Care comes from intent and that is the driving force of passionate people.
Fortune and misfortune are two sides of the same coin. We are not always in a position, due to life’s imbuing of us with negative repercussions at any type of innuendo, to see the opportunities given to us to improve ourselves and take advantage of the dark corners of our lives.
Though we have the strength to fight sometimes we need the wisdom to surrender, to shed our ambitions and our expectations and focus on our real selves. This way we can really focus on what will make us happy.
I have the great fortune to have an opportunity to spend time with my wife and kids and this privilege is like a gift to me from the heavens and for this moment in time my life is happy.