sick in a busy world
Sometimes, I miss the olden days, the time before I was
born. I miss the countries in which I have never lived. And, I miss the life
that I hope to come.
Right now, I’m sick. I’m nauseous, been vomiting
sporadically, have a great deal of tension in the back of my neck and
shoulders, pain, a headache, and a cough that comes and goes. You know what I’m
thinking about? Work. I’m thinking about how my boss expects me to be there
bright and early in the morning to assist her with a project even though she
saw me barely able to stand as I told her that I was leaving early. I’m
thinking about the number of tasks that I need to get accomplished this week
and how many things better yet would have been done two weeks ago. I’m thinking
about the intern that started today and was let down by my health, greeted by
my staff instead of I who will supervise her and direct her tasks. You know
what I want to be thinking about? Fresh fish, and coffee in the morning. My
racing mind has led me to reflect on the living model of most of us that work
and breathe. We work, work, work and do, do, do but what happens when our body
cries out for rest? I tend to work
shorter days, 6 hours instead of 8 or 9. As such, my body tends to heal slower
than it would had it been allowed to rest as needed and frequently be
replenished with refreshing water and other hydrating fluids. I get a little
more rest with my shorter day, but I do so thinking about the many tasks that I
need to accomplish around the house and how I wish that I had been more
strength to productively use some of my newly acquired time. Right now, I crave
the days that I have not known where I am allowed to sit still and heal, live.
Our model of living works against us. It was constructed as something to benefit
something greater than us, someone richer
that we are, someone with more power. It was not created to respect our
differences and our needs or to encourage our talents or many of out strengths.
It was created to teach us conformity and complacency and gratefulness for
something that it not great. At least it pays the bills. Some of
them. More than we could pay if we did not work 40-80 hours per week for
someone else doing something that does not provide soul celebrating pleasure
and peace.
I call out for rest. I call out for relaxation. I call out
for something that heals my soul, soul celebrating work that reaches out to
someone else.
I’m a social worker. I reach out to others. Under stress.
And a schedule. And four bosses.
I seek something different and today I create the challenge
to find something more. When I grow up, I want to be independently wealthy so
that I do not have to go to work everyday and do what someone else wants me to
do. I strive for the life where I am not required to wake up before 8am and I get to set my agenda for the
day. My soul has given me the outline of how my life should look. Now I
question the details. What step shall I take next to get the life that I seek
to lead?
Original: June 2, 2008
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