It seems like most people are stuck in a rut these days. I hear complaints almost daily about how it is hard for people to pull themselves out of whatever hole they’ve found themselves in. While I can empathize, I always get a little annoyed when people complain about their situation and then say there is nothing that they can do about it. For me, even when your current situation seems endless there is always something that can be done. What most people are saying is that there is nothing that can be done which will have an immediate effect.
I’ve been told that I have a good work ethic and that’s something that I am proud of. My parents were not easy on me when it came to working and I was not often allowed to get away with being sick even if I had a migraine, I would often be told to force through it. I think it was my Dad who told me that if the migraines were going to be a regular part of my life, that I couldn’t let them stop me from doing anything and it’s this philosophy which I’ve kept held tightly to my chest as I move forward in the world. No matter how bad things get, I can’t let them stop me from doing what I need to do. Even when they seem overwhelming to the degree where I can hardly lift my head up, there’s nothing to do but soldier on.
As a result of this I push myself hard. I never give up, even when I’m rejected or if I get knocked down. Not having things go my way or the way that I envisioned them can be a blow (and usually is), but that doesn’t stop me from doing the work that I am expected to do. I’ve been told that my expectations of people are high, but nowhere is that more true than when it comes to the way that I manage my own time. I don’t know if this is true for most people, but if I don’t set strict deadlines and goals for myself, I’d vegetate on the couch and watch television all day long. Instead, I push myself by setting my own expectations too high to reach and then when I meet those expectations, I push them just a touch higher.
I was linked to a talk by one of my coworkers talking about how when there came opportunities, it was important to run with them. I’d like to think that I do and even though some things are frightening (I’ve been doing things recently which feel akin to walking off a cliff and hoping the air will solidify beneath my feet), I still try to do them to the best of my ability. No body is perfect and no one is expecting perfection from any one, but it is in pushing ourselves to try to be perfect and to reach those goals that you begin to see real results.
Lately, I’ve been staying late at work. I tend to work thirteen hour days with eight of them being focused toward salary work and the remaining five being spent on furthering my own personal goals and projects. I know that if I were to go home that I would most likely sleep and as a result I stay late to work on an assigned project or to add another thousand words to the novel I want to write. It’s not easy and most of the time, it’s not fun, but there’s a rush of satisfaction at being able to set a goal and complete it.
Don’t you feel the same way?
It’s not easy, but no one ever said it would be and I think I would rather push my nose to the grindstone until its rubbed raw than sit back and watch opportunities pass me by simply because I wasn’t willing to put the work in.
I think it was my late grandma who said that “Nothing will come of doing nothing.” She was always pushing me when I was younger and even though she’s gone, that optimism of hers still remains somehow. There are days where it’s hard to find, but it’s always there in some way, shape or form.