The problems I've been subjected to so far today are tiny, every day, work dramas. No one is at risk of harm. They are only at risk of having to do something they don't feel like doing. Well if they don't want to do it, why should I?
My husband has had troubles and I've tried to support his the best I could at the time. I think he's doing the heavy lifting in our relationship.
Every day I pick myself up, dust myself off and do another day because that's what life is. Some of those days have wonderful, joyful and bright moments, others less so. But they're each just a procession of moments.
This morning a colleague apologised for an interaction we had a few weeks ago. I apologised too, we both had other stressors happening at the time and we both chose to growl at each other. I think that has suprised, delighted and inspired me.
I've seen adds for these for years but never thought about them much until my fathers second near death illness last year. It turns out these powders are for sick and old people. Technically I'm sick and I'm middle aged, but I guess I'm just a head of the curve on this one.
Work as a virtue, has so many more benefits than prestige. Getting up everyday, tidying myself up going to work has gotten me through some of the darkest days. The days without work were even darker.
Today as I walked past the corporate HR manager she stopped me for a chat. I'd been to a training session she ran on Personal Brand a few weeks back and thanked her for it, and told her I'd gotten a lot out of it. She asked what I'd liked and we chatted briefly. She agreed that getting … Continue reading Day 381 – Anticipation
Yesterday I almost ended up in tears at work because I couldn't do a report that I'd just had training in. I was struggling to extract the data from one of the systems so it wasn't even the actual report I was struggling with, I felt like I was falling at the firth hurdle. I'm … Continue reading Day 380 – Of course
In some ways I ways I was healthier than I'd been when I started chemo. I had a little more physical energy because chemo had stopped the anemia and my red blood cell count was much better. I hadn't needed a blood transfusion for months.
Trying to save the world by shouting into the wind about political, social, environmental, financial, family or emotional issues makes me feel scared, angry, frustrated and depressed.