After having enjoyed three plus hours of me time at this beautiful spa, I ventured over to my locker and there you were typing on your computer. I immediately became very worried for you. I felt so sad for you. I listened as you frantically typed on your laptop. As I looked over at you, I saw not a hint of spa bliss in your eyes. I wanted to talk to you, but you looked like someone who didn’t want her personal space invaded.
So as I blow-dried my hair I started to send you well wishes. I imagined that you were writer who treated herself to a day at the spa after spending the winter months cooped up in a one-room cabin in the Vermont Mountains. After your relaxing facial, mani and pedi, you had a eureka moment. That plot twist that was eluding you was now crystal clear and you needed to get the idea down ASAP.
I turned off the hair dryer and heard you sigh. It was a sigh I know way to well. It was just like the sigh I produced in Disney World when I was answering emails as my family rode Space Mountain. It especially sounded like the sigh I did in Utah when instead of going to dinner with my friends and husband, I stayed back at our cabin to finish up a report that my boss had originally said could wait till I got back from vacation. I hoped I interpreted that sigh wrong. I hoped the sigh was good stress.
Yes, sometimes stress is good. I thought about the times when I was totally in the groove on a project and just didn’t want to stop, but then I realized I can stop and do stop. I’m not sure if you can or do.
If you are working that hard for a salary that affords you a day at the spa, let me tell you what I know. No job is worth the sacrifice of yourself. I know from experience. I had to make some adjustments to my career so I could enjoy a day at the spa. I learned that I can put myself first. You can make time to feed your soul and still make a great living. I mean look at me, I was hanging in the same spa as you.
I left hoping that whatever you were doing, it was feeding your soul. I hoped that the rest of your day was filled with joy. I hoped that you were the writer.