Crisis management, Sartre and resilience
I told you, it is all about choice. Roellinger's spices. They are gold. On Friday night, a glass of wine helping, I basically lost my shit. A kind of weird break down, with tears and a massive stomach pain. N. Told me off like it never happened before and he was right: I put too much pressure on me and my life revolves around WORK (#bad). Let’s be clear: I don’t blame my job. You know how it works. You give your best, you spend more and more hours in the office, you don’t say anything except « yes of course, I can do it » even if you can’t. And here you are, prisonnier of your own trap. And while everyone expects you to behave that way forever, you are reaching your limits and it is getting harder and harder to keep climbing this huge mountain of challenges (or shit - your call). Then the only thing to do is to speak up and set boundaries (trying to say no from time to time for exemple). But what if no one is listening? What if you feel like no one gives a shit?...
