Seriously, what the F just happened? Five years have flown by and I am just now realizing that my job is slowly killing me. Really it is, I have gained weight, increased my stress level and gained another title. Along the way I have let my bike riding slow down and my job take over my life. I forgot that we work to live, not live to work. A title is just a title until it kills you. They may have to put that title on my gravestone if I don’t get this shit figured out. I may have a plan……..
So I resigned, not to worry my wife or children, I resigned one of my three part time job duties that requires full time attention. If that doesn’t help, I will resign again next year and go back to teaching full time. Don’t get this wrong, I am not lazy, I grew up splitting wood and working really hard for minimum wage. My family instilled in me a really strong work ethic and a “die trying” attitude. So where did that get me today? I have a lot of accolades at work and they keep trying to get me to take another promotion with a larger title, it will be less money, more hours, and more stress. WTF. What changed this year? A very close peer/friend is going through some serious shit, his wife is in serious medical peril. What is the point of killing yourself for a fucking job? I do love some of what I do, but in the end we have to take care of each other, our family, and friends. Life is supposed to be a grand adventure, not a slugfest through the quagmire of shit. One of my many favorite movies is the Shawshank Redemption. There is a quote in the movie that says “get busy living or get busy dying”. I think the time has come to change the course of this life and start living.
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