Obsession is the reward
I’m afraid I have to diagnose you with a rather acute case.
We’ve seen your behaviour over the last few weeks.
Is there something wrong with you?
Your thoughts jolt you from sleep.
You forget to eat.
Your friends are beginning to worry about you.
Others ridicule you.
That can’t be good, can it?
Unpleasant criticism is getting regular.
You are not living a ‘balanced’ life like we are.
You’re missing out.
Your work has blended into life.
Your life is work.
Are you ok?
…
True, my life is work. But the work is enlivening.
And being alive means that I bring more to the important things.
I am more in tune. No longer a zombie.
The present moment is more welcoming.
I have energy that ripples from my focal point.
I am ok with criticism because I know that the work that matters is work that polarises.
My ideas are more nuanced; much more abundant now.
The people who need me email me.
They want me in their lives more.
It’s good to see the results of that work, and all I want is to do more.
I can’t believe how much time I used to spend ‘multi-tasking.’
Back to back Netflix, and the constant tug of social media. What a waste.
I’m glad I chose to stick with this. I was close to giving up before.
It makes sense now.
I have a reason to turn off the Internet.
I’m going ‘all in’ as they say. It feels right.
There is a warmth in my chest that is more persistent.
A gentle electric current.
I’m on my path.
I’m not as worried about money. Maybe it’s the new optimism.
Kafka said: “so long as you have food in your mouth, you have solved all questions for the time being.”
And he was right.
Because my obsession is the reward.
—
What are you obsessed with? (no Facebook stalkers please)