:: work road to death ::

The story of a 29-yr old who met her death after collapsing on the day she had been working in front of her laptop for 8 hours straight was pretty daunting.
For one who gets easily absorbed in work, who enjoys the 'thrill' of meeting deadlines, who finds pleasure in stress - the story was indeed close to heart.

After a bad breakup once upon a time, the grieving self finally snapped out of the misery and did a 360 degree switch.
From the 'coddling', clingy and highly dependent girl who in her naiveness believes that relationships and men were the main source of happiness to a girl who finally decides to put her energy on work-related commitments.
The drastic move took a lot of readjustments.
For work commitments especially in organizations demand more than just presence, it requires time sacrifices and juggling was pretty much still foreign to me.
But supportive friends cheered on, there should be no harm in just trying.
So one opportunity led to another.
The social network expanded so does my workload and I finally learn to correspond with 'higher' authorities through emails (yes, I was cuckoo enough to think that you must meet these people face to face).

Like that woman (bless her soul), I can imagine myself sitting in front of laptop for 8 hours straight and refueling my energy with cups of coffee.
And like her, quitting is definitely the last resort.
I'd more likely listen to my own disillusioned mantra 'i can do it, i can do it' and be totally ignorant of the warning signals my body is giving me - 'stop.stop.'
The worst part of it all is when it turns habitual.
Late nights that contribute to a screw-up body clock.
Irregular meals that cause lethargy all the time.

Psychology reads from books to magazines only look good in print.
Offering idealistic advices and guides for time out, reclaiming peace or finding balance.
If there's one thing all of us would rather do now, it is to absolutely do nothing.
To quit all our jobs and fight for free-paid trips to beautiful places (to reclaim our peace what).
But we know that's an impossible dream; only realized in our little 'bubble'.

I took her death as a reality check on myself.
Have I turned into an automaton with all the commitments I've pledged to?
Has the desire to achieve been driving me to a work road where I could see death waiting at the end of it?
Has falling short of expectations made me feel as if I'm a hopeless wreck when it comes to accomplishing?
I guess not. Rest & relax with addition to the words interest & enjoy will help you propel to another level of incredible lightness work and stress can offer.

So even if a non-living like the car needs to be refueled when it runs out of oil,
what makes you think we, the living things, are an exception.
Take a rest my friends.
Who knows after a sabbatical, you'd regain all your energy to restart another leg of your success journey.

Happy labour day. :p