A few days ago, I realized I ran out of reasons to give to my boss when I feel so demotivated to go to work. I can’t always use PMS as a ticket to get that sweet “Come to work when you’re better” response. That’ll be like abusing my feminine pass (if ever there’s such a thing). I tell myself it may be just a sporadic case of the lazies when evading work seems to be the most naughtily delightful thing to do but I can’t go on doing this when I know all too well that this indolence is becoming a chronic self-inflicted disease that I often give into.
I know, I know. This is not the first time my piece has dwelt on catch-22 issues and on self-imposed dilemmas, be it career-wise or something personal. Saying it’s a phase during a midlife crisis cannot be a constant reason as well. That’s just a flimsy excuse for someone who should be capable of making sound judgments at this point of his or her life already. For the nth time, we go back to that exasperating question of the coon’s age, “What do I want to do with my life?” What’s even more irksome is the knowledge that this should not be asked in the first place.
We are conditioned to chase paths that are rooted from these passions that we have. A passion is this kickstart and moxie that supposedly makes us want to get up early in the morning. We’re stuck with this thought that we need to have these innate preferences; that we must be born with at least one, and that these interests should be inclined with our professions. But because it does not end that way unfortunately, we now find ourselves seriously lacking motivation at work. We then bawl about no longer seeing purpose in what we do because we know that it’s not what we want. And it’s because of this that we don’t exhibit even the tiniest sign of zeal when it comes to work.
It makes one rethink about making decisions—if this has to be done based on practicality or personal satisfaction. Because much as we both want to fulfill both, the world can be so unfair sometimes. Experience has taught us that. We then end up choosing one and compromising the other. So lest we make the most of our option, we are bound for eternal what ifs and regrets.
Which brings me to ponder about passion and how this can possibly evolve, change or waver over time. After all, we can be enthusiastic about a lot of things or have this eagerness on things gradually diminish in a stretch. That being said, we should not be trapped by the thought that our decisions have to be ultimately based on what we are passionate about. Our ardor can help in pointing the directions we ought to take but career paths do not follow definite trajectories.
True, motivation is hard to find when your 8-5 working hours is confined inside four walls that you’re not really fond of. We were here in the first place because we have somehow set aside our interests to give way to income. Which is sad, but pragmatic. So if there was one way to bridge passion and money-making, by all means, I’m all ears. I do understand however that with this comes humongous amount of tests and explorations, not to mention the risks and possible failures. Bottom line is not closing the doors to possibilities.
Why torture oneself with miserable lethargy and professional stagnation when you know there are other options. But at the same time, though it’s so tempting to take that leap to an unbeknownst but more beckoning path, we have to stop and be levelheaded.
Life has taught us that it is nice to be safe. So we tend tofollow a predictable story plot. We thought it should start with a dream, sequenced by doing hard work and end with that dream bungalow around a nice picket fence. But we sometimes forget that it can have detours too. Turns where it’s alright to stumble. Another lesson learned the hard way, and still on the process of being learned.
So the next time I’m thinking of pulling out my PMS ticket to pluck myself away from work, I should rethink about my options, stuff I want to do, and the more stuff that motivate me. If I’m not yet ready to take the leap, I should stay put and shove that pass inside an imaginary sanitary pad. These things may not give that final and definite answer but they help in pointing towards the next step.
We are conditioned to chase paths that are rooted from these passions that we have. A passion is this kickstart and moxie that supposedly makes us want to get up early in the morning. We’re stuck with this thought that we need to have these innate preferences; that we must be born with at least one, and that these interests should be inclined with our professions. But because it does not end that way unfortunately, we now find ourselves seriously lacking motivation at work. We then bawl about no longer seeing purpose in what we do because we know that it’s not what we want. And it’s because of this that we don’t exhibit even the tiniest sign of zeal when it comes to work.
It makes one rethink about making decisions—if this has to be done based on practicality or personal satisfaction. Because much as we both want to fulfill both, the world can be so unfair sometimes. Experience has taught us that. We then end up choosing one and compromising the other. So lest we make the most of our option, we are bound for eternal what ifs and regrets.
Which brings me to ponder about passion and how this can possibly evolve, change or waver over time. After all, we can be enthusiastic about a lot of things or have this eagerness on things gradually diminish in a stretch. That being said, we should not be trapped by the thought that our decisions have to be ultimately based on what we are passionate about. Our ardor can help in pointing the directions we ought to take but career paths do not follow definite trajectories.
True, motivation is hard to find when your 8-5 working hours is confined inside four walls that you’re not really fond of. We were here in the first place because we have somehow set aside our interests to give way to income. Which is sad, but pragmatic. So if there was one way to bridge passion and money-making, by all means, I’m all ears. I do understand however that with this comes humongous amount of tests and explorations, not to mention the risks and possible failures. Bottom line is not closing the doors to possibilities.
Why torture oneself with miserable lethargy and professional stagnation when you know there are other options. But at the same time, though it’s so tempting to take that leap to an unbeknownst but more beckoning path, we have to stop and be levelheaded.
Life has taught us that it is nice to be safe. So we tend tofollow a predictable story plot. We thought it should start with a dream, sequenced by doing hard work and end with that dream bungalow around a nice picket fence. But we sometimes forget that it can have detours too. Turns where it’s alright to stumble. Another lesson learned the hard way, and still on the process of being learned.
So the next time I’m thinking of pulling out my PMS ticket to pluck myself away from work, I should rethink about my options, stuff I want to do, and the more stuff that motivate me. If I’m not yet ready to take the leap, I should stay put and shove that pass inside an imaginary sanitary pad. These things may not give that final and definite answer but they help in pointing towards the next step.