Can I Offer You a Dose of a Little Something I Like to Call Perspective?

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

You guys ... today was such a crappy day! For real.

Lately it seems that more and more I am dying to scream at people PERSPECTIVE. Let me try that again how I really feel ...


Like, guys, I take my work seriously and I do try hard and feel that I am very professional. I get things done, I juggle my tasks, I meet deadlines and I don't go out of my way to treat people badly. I will be the first one to admit, however, that I am a person and I make mistakes. Like most people, I have a lot of things on my work to-do list to accomplish on any given day, and there truly are so many hours in the workday. But dude, my job is not curing cancer or saving lives or anything remotely connected to any of that. Like the worst thing that could happen at my job is something goes to print misspelled or with the wrong page number in the table of contents. Like I'm not saying those are good or even okay things, but I am saying that NO ONE DIED. Like my friend Ashley is a doctor, so I can see why, if someone messed up and gave a patient an incorrect dosage of medication, that'd be a huge problem. So, yeah, go ahead and get fired up about that. Punctuation is not quite the same.

Unfortunately I've encountered some individuals in my life lately that, for whatever reason, could really use a very healthy dose of perspective. Or five doses, whatever. Like I'm truly not certain how these people sustain their lives at the level of anger/self-righteousness/what honestly seems like a hearty desire for things to go wrong so they can play the blame game they display consistently, at least in my run-ins. I'm worried that these are the people who have heart attacks when they're 45 and sleep with their Blackberries and never take a vacation.

And who wants to live like that? In my mind, there has to be a happy medium in between not caring at all about whatever you do and being lazy and being one of these people with no perspective. Personally, I really don't think my life could ever revolve around my work. I like my work and I'm happy to have a job, but that job cannot be my life, does that make sense? I can't measure my worth as a person by what I do at work. And I don't want to.

It's a cliche, but it's a cliche because it's true: life is short. And we don't know how short it is. So, no, that does not mean we should spend our lives playing video games and sitting on the couch, not at all. But I think what that does mean is you need to carve out a life that doesn't revolve around wishing it was always the weekend. I don't want to not be able to sleep at night because I am so stressed out about what happened at work today and what will happen tomorrow. Because I don't want to have a heart attack when I'm 45 either.

I guess I wish everyone remembered - on a daily basis, especially when they want to freak out about some arbitrary rule or stupid policy - that they are a child of God, they have a Father who loves them and wants to bring them peace and joy. I wish people remembered how good it feels when a warm breeze blows in your hair and how fun it sometimes is to stand outside in the rain. What it's like to get a hug from your mom or eat hot dogs on the deck in the summer.


I guess what I'm saying is - what if there really were two paths? I'd want to be on the one that leads to awesome. Not on the one that leads to always being angry and rude to people. Seems like an obvious choice to me, but what do I know?

And I hope this doesn't come across sounding like I'm lazy or don't want to work or don't take things seriously, because that's not what I intend. But did any of us adults grow up dreaming that one day we'd be sitting in our offices for 10 hours a day, sending hateful emails to people and consciously intending to ruin someone else's day?

No, we did not.

We wanted to be astronauts and princesses and ballerinas and cowboys. And for most of us, those careers are not realistic, okay. But the beautiful hearts who believe(d) in magic who dreamed those things were real. And I really hope you are a BELIEVE and not a BELIEVED.

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