In the door and at my desk, card swiped at 6:02 a.m. There shall be Floor Twelve isolation for at least thirty minutes. Start coffee, go and use the architecturally ridiculous rest room to shave this morning (see pic – they staggered the stalls, the urinals, and the sinks – what?) But hey, anything to cut my commute time. With traffic and construction, the only factor I can control (!) is when I start.
And it’s nice, getting here and having some time to center, stretch, organize and ready myself for the day to come. Time to prep my attitude and fortify my resolve to become part of the world today.
Step 1: we admitted we were powerless over alcohol – that our lives had become unmanageable.
This is my first day in the office since I was rendered a Strep-throated Hop-Frog mute for the better part of five days. During that time, and with the minimal interactions I had with people in general, I came to find that some of my favorite beliefs are complete bullshit.
Let’s start with this one. Here’s a belief of mine that eventually fills me with resentment: People don’t want to be bothered. The truth? I don’t want to be bothered. Most people don’t mind interaction; most actually look forward to it, as long as the other person isn’t a total a-hole. I tend to think that if the person I’m talking to isn’t a jerk, then it must be me.
Another? Sure: People want to see me fail. Which is great; I’ve been tired of constantly congratulating everyone else for everything else, anyway. Assuming they want the worse for me means I get to cut them out of my living tableau of people who are on my side. Make no mistake – I totally understand those people exist, just not in the overwhelming numbers I’ve been lead to believe.
Today: I know that my life had become unmanageable. Time to start giving back some of the leeway I was afforded for years.