My psychiatrist said something rather profound today. I was telling her that my employer cares abouts the wellness of it's employees. One of their internal key phrases is "Work. Life. Balance". She looked at me and said "That seems backward. It really should be Life. Balance. Work".
I thought about that and realised she's absolutely right. My employer is essentially telling me to balance my Life against my Work. My happiness lies with my family, not my job. If I want to feel peace, I need to remember the job is just the job. It's not who I am. It doesn't tell me it loves me when I arrive. It doesn't make dinner for me or kiss me goodnight and listen to bedtime stories. It's there so I can provide for my family and be able to do those things. LIFE. BALANCE. WORK.
Well shit, now I'm going to have to rename the blog.
I am a bipolar Mum to an Autistic 7 year old who is the most amazing person I know. We enjoy watching Doctor Who, Chuck and Top Gear together. I am currently navigating through the murky waters of separation and divorce. He cheated. He's an ass. A good Dad, but an ass. I am the Master of Inappropriate Humour, witty sarcasm and am an Excel Guru. (How random is that?). I'm often seen wearing fingerless gloves, super-hero T-Shirts, cargo pants and Chucks.
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