Wanted: Change!

Change is the only constant. Tomorrow is not promised and blah blah blah. We’ve heard it all before and yet we are never prepared. My mother made me read: who moved my cheese. Basically the moral of the story is that we must plan for change and never be content with the status quo.

Obviously whoever who wrote the book doesn’t work where I do. Sometimes, I realised this week, we must simply accept what we do not like and move along. Life is what it is and people are so content with going on the way they have for the past ten decades and it is not my place to change it.

Often where we are at is just a pit stop in our journey and not our destination. When I feel beaten down at work, I go back to my office and I think about how my life sucks. I go home and I absorb it and I think, “how can I make it better.”

This is not my illness to heal. Period. I found it maimed and hell, I’ll most probably leave it gasping for breath. All I have to do is to think what is it that I am meant to learn from this and hope whatever it is it'll be useful later on in my life. And yes, sometimes there is no lesson in hardship. You just get stronger, learn to fight harder and hopefully make it out in one piece.

Sometimes you see the seeds of the illness infiltrate your life. For example: you know you can write the report in half an hour but you procrastinate and it eventually takes you an entire month to produce it.

So this week, I’ve resolved to cut out these little headaches from my life. If something serves no purpose, I will ruthlessly cut it out. Go back to being the me I know before I catch the virus called mediocrity. Trust me, it’s contagious.

I have to realise that my life, while inconsequent, is bigger than this place. I’m here to learn what I need to in order to fulfil my destiny. A former colleague once told me before he resigned that some wars are just not worth fighting. He found this place here, and he’ll leave it here. The truth is, my organisation with thrive without me. I can die and I will be replaced with a click of a finger. Hell, they won’t even miss me.

There are things I want to achieve in my life and I’m taking it step by step. Sure, while this place depresses me at times I do love certain aspects of my job. I hate that the people I work with are at times unhelpful and critical about things that they themselves cannot do. But I love my boss and doing what I can to contribute in my small way to making this place a better place than I found it.

I have a plan for my future and failure is not an option. This dig is not all bad but it is not perfect either but it is my dig for now. And while I hate things not bending to my will all the time I’ll live and yes, I am grateful that I get paid enough to afford a decent pair of shoes once in a while…