I was who I am once before
So, it's 8:00pm. I have still.. oh 10 e-mails to go through and one memo/policy to write tonight... and I'd really just like to go to sleep... but I'm "Senior Management" and the owner of my company holds me in high regard.
Wow. Somehow when I look backwards to the me I was before, I can look forward to through the eyes of the me I was before and see how I thought being "important" and working hard and being held in high regard would be empowering or make me feel good.
It doesn't.
It makes my wife upset that I'm not home spending time with her.
It makes me late on getting everything else done in my life.
It makes me lose touch with those I love.
Wait. Forget the "It" in those last few statements.
"It" should be "I". Because the only person allowing this to be done to me... is me...
*sigh* Apparently, I don't hold myself in very high regard.
Wow. Somehow when I look backwards to the me I was before, I can look forward to through the eyes of the me I was before and see how I thought being "important" and working hard and being held in high regard would be empowering or make me feel good.
It doesn't.
It makes my wife upset that I'm not home spending time with her.
It makes me late on getting everything else done in my life.
It makes me lose touch with those I love.
Wait. Forget the "It" in those last few statements.
"It" should be "I". Because the only person allowing this to be done to me... is me...
*sigh* Apparently, I don't hold myself in very high regard.


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