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Saying them to my superiors felt childish and naive. Then, as I dove deeper into establishing a life based on enjoyment rather than obligation, something strange happened: Money didnt matter as much. Do you agree to this request? I thought Id toss out these antiquated ideas when I left cubicle life, but it turns out this is one thing thats a perpetual work in progress. I used to wake up at 5:30 am every day, drive the 20 minutes to my office and spend the next eight and a half hours trying to be as productive as possible. I crunched numbers and visualized cashing checks bigger than the ones I was currently cashing. Im a better friend, daughter, sister and girlfriend. Time moves much faster now, regardless of the day of the week.
Thats how I like. This exhaustion paired with the monumental task of tackling additional work on the side led to busy being the most commonly used word in my vocabulary. Sundays morph into Mondays with nearly as much ease as Fridays into Saturdays. I may not receive money at the same designated time each month, and my health insurance is something I now cover, but Ive been reinstated as the owner of my life. Work isnt to be endured in order to reach the weekend, but to be appreciated as something that creates challenges and carries the possibility of feeling really damn good about what I produce. Feeling steadily content whether its Monday or Friday is something I didnt know I would be so incredibly grateful for.
Time is no longer the enemy. Suddenly, staying put for health insurance and a steady paycheck seemed like an entirely uneven exchange. Monday through Friday, between the hours of 7 am and 4 pm, I felt completely dead inside. Today, I woke up at 7:20 am and immediately had a small panic attack that if this laziness continues, I wont create the business success Im hoping for. When I was confined by the walls of my cubicle and churning away at work I couldnt muster up much excitement for, earning a certain amount of money was essential. Now, my mind has deconstructed the brick barriers that separated my work life from my personal life. For me, there was a clear delineation. I hated how it would creep at a mind-numbingly slow place between the hours of 1 pm and. Question 4/4: Are you at least 24 years old?...
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