The work
These days I mindlessly allow a lil more hours after the work day to continue working on the to-do list.
I generously give my time at the expense of rest hours.. because I have time to spare and nothing to lose. No evening plans.
But a little like this each week will soon lead to a lifestyle and before I realise, I might become trapped in it.
But I know there's more to life than these tasks.
Yet in the here and now, these tasks call for my attention. So as long as I have time and bandwidth to spare, I give in.
I don't realise what I'm unconsciously leaving out and hope it wouldn't be too late in another day.
Left to my own devices in my little work cube, I wonder if I'm forgotten by the rest of the world.
I laugh and chat a lot with my colleagues daily, but we live for more:
We all leave to join our loved ones at the end of the work day. When the sun sets, our colleagues, no matter how chummy during office hours, will walk off to their own lives.
We are friends by circumstance, not by choice. Time will tell if these bonds ever become by choice.
If I have work to continue.. I go on alone.. wrap up..and come home.
I don't want work to become my life.
But because the tasks remain, I stay on.. and because i stay on, I don't make plans to go out.. and so I see less of my friends.
I hope my friends will ask me out.. I hope they don't leave me be, thinking that this is what I want.
I wonder is it something I'm doing wrong? Does it look like work is my priority?
It would be lovely to be someone's priority.
I generously give my time at the expense of rest hours.. because I have time to spare and nothing to lose. No evening plans.
But a little like this each week will soon lead to a lifestyle and before I realise, I might become trapped in it.
But I know there's more to life than these tasks.
Yet in the here and now, these tasks call for my attention. So as long as I have time and bandwidth to spare, I give in.
I don't realise what I'm unconsciously leaving out and hope it wouldn't be too late in another day.
Left to my own devices in my little work cube, I wonder if I'm forgotten by the rest of the world.
I laugh and chat a lot with my colleagues daily, but we live for more:
We all leave to join our loved ones at the end of the work day. When the sun sets, our colleagues, no matter how chummy during office hours, will walk off to their own lives.
We are friends by circumstance, not by choice. Time will tell if these bonds ever become by choice.
If I have work to continue.. I go on alone.. wrap up..and come home.
I don't want work to become my life.
But because the tasks remain, I stay on.. and because i stay on, I don't make plans to go out.. and so I see less of my friends.
I hope my friends will ask me out.. I hope they don't leave me be, thinking that this is what I want.
I wonder is it something I'm doing wrong? Does it look like work is my priority?
It would be lovely to be someone's priority.