No more Bullshit

Some people are ardent practitioners of the bullshit. You heard me. They don’t practice what they preach – they simply don’t walk the walk of their daily talk – the words that roll effortlessly of their tongues are no more than pearls of bull….shit.

We have all encountered them and so many of us just put up with it. We put up with working with or being friends with people who step on us for their own personal gain. For some reason we facilitate that. Why? Why should someone else get to walk around pooping on your head? We make excuses for them -”oh well they don’t really mean to….they have a good heart.”

Enough.

If these kinds of people make your life tense, anxiety ridden and downright painful – why put up with it? Why should they be given the right to complicate your life? Isn’t life complicated enough?

Sometimes we cannot change people, so even if we were to shed light on a certain person’s difficult behavior and attempt reasoning with them, they may get defensive and just not understand, ever. The truth is we shouldn’t really aim to change these people but do what we can to improve the situation for ourselves. In other words, de-friend or attempt to change our work situation.

Don’t remain paralyzed in a situation under the pretense that it may improve. Be honest with yourself and be brave.

It’s no more bullshit time. And definitely No more Asshole time too….

Balance (and bacon)

I love to preach about how everyone should seek to obtain balance in their everyday lives. Why? Because that is what I want and what I firmly believe constitutes a healthy and happy life. We all need a bit of balance.

I confess, however, and hang my head in shame as I say before you that I have NO balance in my life currently. After having started two jobs recently, I find myself in a situation where I 1) sleep less than five hours a night and 2) I find myself sitting in front of a screen for an un-godly amount of hours of the day.

How did this happen? How did I suddenly start skipping meals, not moving my body and worst of all – loosing sleep?

I know that parents out there will say, honey, just wait ’till you have kids. And I am. I am waiting because the idea of sleeping less than five hours a night scares me to death. If you could see what I look like on such little sleep, you would be scared too.

Today, however, despite a pile of work wining at me, I went to the gym and it felt swell. Endorphins went mental and I was high. High on all the goodness that comes with shaking ones body violently for an hour. But that doesn’t mean I have re-gained balance in my life. I made a small step towards it though….perhaps that is the trick, baby steps. One small step today, one giant step when looking at the big picture.

I fear, however, that one day, in the far distant, oh-my-dear-God-may-it-not-happen-too-soon future…when I do have children, that I will be an awful, terrible, miserable human being. How does one balance breast-feeding, eating right, going to the gym work, sex-life, friends…how, I ask? How? I suppose the trick to life is finding balance within the situations one encounters throughout ones life span. When a child is in the picture, you find balance within that specific situation…and so on and so forth.

Easily said, difficulty done. But if it was easy it wouldn’t be any fun, I tell myself in an effort to nudge myself along…

On that note, I am going to bed. For the first time in two weeks I am going to get to sleep before 1am. The face mask is on my head waiting to cover my two tired eyes…

Goodnight Moon. Goodnight amigos…I shall now go dream of balance, booze and bacon. Because I have been craving it, but that’s for another post.