I was an an incredibly piss-poor mood at work today. I felt like I was snapping at everyone, and just generally needed to get out of that place. I wasn’t happy there, and felt that I had hit some sort of limit, as far as how much I was willing to work.
I got things settled as best as I could, and when I was sure all my projects were stable… I left. I’m also taking tomorrow off.
For a good while after I left, I had a hard time getting rid of my work mood. I kept carrying it around. In a very odd way, it felt like a similar sensation to being a super depressed teenager, if that makes any sense. There was this tight ball in my chest, the kind of feeling where swallowing or breathing actually causes discomfort. Most often, I’ve felt this sensation when I’ve been heartbroken or super sad. But for some reason, my work stress manifested itself in a similar manner – right in the center of the chest.
Before I left, Ben’s suggestion to me was to “choose joy.” While I mentioned running errands, he pointed out to me that the two were not mutually exclusive. I found him to be right, but only after a good number of hours was I able to see the value of his advice.
I spent my afternoon running errands, and taking a nap.
Good day today.
