I was in the middle of getting some work done this afternoon when I started tearing up out of the blue. I was alarmed. Did some bastard sneak in and slide a bowl of onions under my face? Is that ill-advised Botox™ leaking? Am I finally having an allergic reaction to the twerking epidemic?
By the way: twerking is hard work. You have to get into a squat position, which is admittedly difficult enough as it is, and then shake your moneymaker up and down. For the gluteally-gifted: finally, this is your chance to shine! For the flatassed: better hit them cheddar biscuits at Red Lobster.
I stopped this optical menstruation and realized that I was just sitting there, getting work done at my computer on an afternoon with a cup of coffee, going at a normal pace.
But meanwhile, a close friend of mine is sitting and hammering away at his computer like a madman, building his business from scratch and covering more ground over 20-hour days than most people could manage in a month.
Another friend is at her office, likely handling ten phone calls at once as well as dozens of other messages as the youngest person in her field.
Others are struggling through another 12-hour day as newly-appointed managers in fast-paced offices, getting home from night shifts at hospitals, working from different locations day in and day out far from home, or taking exams they’ve studied their ass off for over the course of months—sacrificing hanging out for passing.
It’s an odd feeling to confront that you haven’t had to work for too much in your life. I never comprehended “working” for grades until maybe Garabedian’s AP Bio class in high school. Everything else just came to me throughout most of my education and everything was busywork. I loved being challenged—but when I stopped getting teachers who took a few extra minutes per week to give me extra work, I became depressed and stopped achieving. It was only in college when I was able to take extra classes to get back a little bit of that spark of a challenge.
I believe in surrounding myself with hardworking people because they inspire me to do more, put in that extra hour, take risks, and become stronger every single day. For anyone who’s stuck in a rut, wants to start seeing results in their lives—hitch your wagons to hard workers. Like Proverbs 27:17 says, “thou who hitches thine wagon, pimps thy ride”. Or something like that.
