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Bend Til Ya Bounce Back

It’s been a while since I have been able to sit down and get back to the basics of doing what I love. I haven’t had much time recently to concentrate on me or focus on my goals. It’s definitely put a damper on my personal life, but that’s why I decided to push everything aside to  write today.

For all my loyal readers, I’m truly sorry for the lull. I hope to get back into the swing of things after the NFR and Christmas are here and gone. That’s actually a lot of what I wanted to talk about today: being so busy that you no longer have time for you. What a shame it is to spend so much time running around, making other’s happy, covering everyone else around you, that you no longer have time for your family or yourself. That’s been my reality lately. This is a busy season for everyone, but from the time I wake up until the time I go to sleep, I am pretty much glued to a camera, laptop, or cellular device all day, working. The last few days I’d get off at 10 p.m. or so, drive home (which takes an hour) and continue working from my laptop. It still is not enough, though. I have been busting everything I’ve got for a while now, but I fall short and it’s disheartening.

I have lost weight, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but the reason I am losing weight is because I don’t have time to eat. I’m busy running around for a bunch of others who don’t know, and ultimately don’t care, what it takes to fulfill their demands. I sleep about 5 hours a night at best. This time of year just does that to people. Why? The holidays should be a time of giving and joy. It’s turned into something I hate. These days, the holidays seem to bring out the worst in people. Greed had overtaken all aspects of today’s society. Money is a motivator and it is tragic.

Gone are the days when one could sustain a happy household on one income, a career choice for more than a few years, a marriage, or regular visits to see their families. Everything is all about The Man. There is always something we are submitting to and it’s not our own happiness, I can promise you that. It’s a shame, really. There was a time when the pursuit of happiness meant something. Now, if you want to be happy, first you gotta have money. If you want money, you need a job. If you want a job you need a degree. If you want a degree, you need money. Vicious cycle put in to motion by The Man himself. But I have faith in this generation. I see small businesses popping back up all over the place, and I love it.

Many of us who have been caught up in the unfathomable debt of student loans and the price of buying a house in today’s market have already started our careers. We are chastised for not being happy in the workplace or being picky when it comes to what we want to do for a living. But I say it’s because we are smarter. We know our worth and we are less likely to settle for something when we know it’ll only set us up for failure.

Good on us. Because it’s that mentality that could create more opportunities for those who would rather build a dream of their own instead of starting out in the “real world” $50K in debt after paying for an education that should not have cost more than a few hundred bucks a semester.

I don’t have all the answers for how to go about living your best life, but I do know that nothing changes if nothing changes. If you’re happiest when you’re so busy that you don’t have time to think or eat, then do you and wave that flag. But if you need more than 2 weeks vacation a year to sustain your happiness, change something. Use all of the tension and anger to bounce back and go higher, go further, and go bigger.

XOXO,

Corsi

 

 

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