...that I go back, full force, into workout mode. After a spurt of cleaning in ol' 8602 yesterday, I am amped and ready to go.
Plus, I have to justify the massage that I'm giving myself tonight. By jumping and running and lifting beforehand.
Whatever works eh?
On other matters, last night I was asked what I want professionally. What would I be doing if I wasn't working in higher education?
I said I'd be a professional sailor. Crew someone's boat and sail around the world on a whim whenever I wanted to. I was only half joking.
Then I realized that on some level, it doesn't really matter what I do for work. For the first time, potentially ever, I am ready to be defined by something other than my job title and duties. I am ready to be defined by my hobbies, my passions, the people I love, and my morals and values. I am ready to make my personal life a priority, and work to live, and not the other way around. Probably because for the first time, I've found someone worth throwing all that work BS by the wayside; someone to work with on my own personal happiness. That happiness at home transcends any work happiness and inevitably spills over into your professional life. Maybe the whole "laws of attraction" thing isn't complete bunk. I can be happy doing almost anything for work so long as I am happy in general.
So here's to focusing on general happiness, and the professional satisfaction will work itself out.
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