First Breakthrough

I hate that word.  "Breakthrough"  it's so clinical.  I much prefer "Epiphany". It's much more ethereal sounding. Exotic. Something that spiritual people are blessed with when they receive a great understanding.  Breakthrough just sounds like a hurdle a crazy person is finally able to figure out while everyone else goes "Well...duh!"

Life. Balance. Work.

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.