WORKSTATION DIARY SERIES - A Saturday Stolen
By: Ulysses C. Ybiernas | July 16, 2008
A Saturday Stolen
At this moment in my workplace, I'm going through an emotional storm, a mix of insecurities and burdens that feel overwhelming. I find myself battling feelings of being undesirable, growing old, and confronted by the weight of my imperfections. On top of that, financial worries have been crashing me down too, luckily, close kin tried to fill that chasm.
For days now, the stresses of both work and family have drained me completely. As a single parent, I’m perpetually exhausted, and it feels like there’s never a moment to breathe. My weekends used to be my safe haven, my time to recover, to regain some energy after the chaos of the workweek. But now, I've just learned that this coming Saturday, the one day I was hoping to have for myself, will be consumed entirely by a seminar on “Delighting Customers.”
I understand it as part of my job, the need to focus on customer satisfaction. But I can't help but wonder, when will it be my turn to be cared for, to feel valued, and to take a moment to enjoy even for a quite sometime, rather than constantly delighting the customers? I've been in this cycle for so long, prioritizing the needs of others, particularly those who are rich and powerful, who seem to believe they deserve to be treated like royalty.
Right now, though, none of that really matters to me. What I crave more than anything is peace, a moment of stillness in the middle of all the chaos. My weekend is my refuge, my only chance to rest and reset. Home is my sanctuary. I don’t even care if I sleep the entire day away. I just need the space to stop for a while, to breathe, to recover without the weight of expectations hanging over me.
Your ability to generate power is directly proportional to your ability to relax. - David Allen
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