stress
Tuesday, November 4th, 2008
stress is so uncool. embarrassing, really. yet recently i have been the most tense and most ruthlessly targeted version of myself. and i did not like it. because i slowly realized that i was determined to reach all the wrong goals. i guess my soon-to-be-former employer would tend to disagree that i accomplished the wrong things, but important yet forgotten birthdays, friends in “project” contours and wrinkles getting deeper ahead of time beg to differ. there is no hocus-pocus to it, i know my stressors.
one of them a job change. instead of becoming an internet millionaire immediately, i decided to quit my job, and take on another. the playing field for working in a highly constructive manner at the place i am going to is simply too appealing (worked there before)! so i decided to spend some more time learning. by doing. practicing to communicate what i’ve learned in a more efficient manner, and facilitate that others develop in a good way.
another stressor, or perhaps a symptom of my stress, has been that i felt mainstream. awfully mainstream. although i’m not sure that is the worst thing you can be (and this was “relaxation hour” in my oh-so-busy life). i’ve now decided to look at it like this: i am a professional. i aim at being a front runner in my work while actually getting the job done. follow the books when these make the most sense, and continue to ignore the poorly written ones and experiment with the right things. for now, that is cool enough for me. and i guess that stressing after the wrong things - even though its not a sound investment - contains a strong energy, and i’ve been lucky that my hands grabbed the right tasks. or well… i actually don’t know.
i want more art on this blog again. more clever parties. more friendship, love and talent. no stress. all passion.tags:dayjob, love, stress





