So … I quit my job 2 weeks ago. I liked my job..ish. The hours were flexible for school runs with the kids, the money was good, and I didn’t work during half term breaks. I got on well with people and tried to introduce new things but..I’ve realised, I’m a fixer. If I see someone broken, I am so in there trying to find a solution to their problems. I introduced lunches. I made them! Healthy salads, quinoa, pasta salads, you name it, I tried to drag them out of their unhealthy eating routines and introduce them to wholesome food. It didn’t work. The amount of booze sunk at the weekends all but annihilated any goodness I talked them into between Monday and Friday. I realise that I’m better at looking after other people than I am myself. If I applied the same devotion and love to caring for myself, I’d be the Dalai Lama!!
My one success was my male, heavily overweight colleague. He has genuinely taken my warnings about his long term health seriously and has shed an enormous amount of weight in the last 12 months. He has changed his diet completely and knocked those late night snacking habits right on the head. I’m proud of him. I had to quit my job 2 weeks ago due to a disagreement with the Director. He thinks I should lie to his wife about something that happened at work. I said no. It felt great. The weird thing though is that I’ve had a pain in my shoulder since I started working for him and the minute I walked out, BOOM, the pain was gone. We don’t realise how much pain and emotion we carry around with us, so if you have a beef with someone, sort it, or it’ll manifest physically. Trust me.
I follow a person on Instagram called Fuckology..I swear, they make my day. One of their best quotes this week was ” Sometimes I sit quietly and wonder why I’m not in a mental asylum. Then I take a good look around at everyone and realise… maybe I am.”
Namaste people, take care of yourselves