26 April 2012
Heading for work with fear in my gut was a crushing thing. The anxiety and dread are there to alert me to the magnitude of threat or the formidable degree of challenge I was to face. But if there is no other way around it, then forget all and charge right in. Beyond that point, all the fear will really do is paralyze me anyway and compromise performance. Better to head into the meat grinder with a lusty battle cry than a dry throat. Detachment from repercussions can lead to last minute victories, or if not, then some learnings to take home with me. Such is not the case with a mind devoid of all but a black miasma of doom and dread. At any rate, there are those in the workplace who recognize effort and will see value in the exhibited frame of mind, despite lack of success in the endeavor. Mostly, I need to get through this period with my sense of self intact, not as an automaton prodded along from one crisis to the next. It is alright to be reactive to a seemingly endless set of challenges so long as I am moving towards scrimping up enough resources and reserves to come up with a plan that will improve the current state of affairs, and win the war if not the battles.
The Push • Opuss № I