Over the years, the word recalibrate has become more and more common in my vocabulary. It's a funny story how this word imbued meaning in my life. My background is in marketing, which means lots of deadlines, colour printing and hogging the printer whilst the office secretly curses you for holding up their own printing jobs. Anyway, I was in the midst of a crazy deadline, rushing around, bumping into everyone and everything. I would hover around the printer with the secret hope that somehow my presence would make the machine go faster, instead it did quiet the opposite - to my horror. The machine seemed to stop in the middle of the job and was clearly stalling in my eyes, but when I went closer to investigate if I needed to change over the printer cartridge (I was really hoping this wasn't the case), but instead the printer panel said the machine was 'recalibrating'. It took me a second to comprehend why this was even happening. Sure enough a few minutes passed and the machine started up again.
This light-bulb moment happened at an opportune time in my life. I was working crazy hours, working through my lunch break, no time to do anything but crash when I got home. I really felt like a machine. I lost my true essence, playing politics to rise up the corporate ladder, drinking my weekends away to find an outlet to forget everything that was grating against the very core of who I am. It took a relationship break-up around this very same time, to really give me the opportunity to reexamine my life.
This is my ode to checking in with myself and being OK with not running around like a machine anymore. It isn't sustainable to keep churning away, just like the printer we need to reassess, to refine, to transform and to recalculate. It is in these moments that we may decide that what we are doing at the moment no longer serves us, or it simply may be a pause to recharge and to return to our path with new-found energy and zest.
Enjoy! x
This light-bulb moment happened at an opportune time in my life. I was working crazy hours, working through my lunch break, no time to do anything but crash when I got home. I really felt like a machine. I lost my true essence, playing politics to rise up the corporate ladder, drinking my weekends away to find an outlet to forget everything that was grating against the very core of who I am. It took a relationship break-up around this very same time, to really give me the opportunity to reexamine my life.
This is my ode to checking in with myself and being OK with not running around like a machine anymore. It isn't sustainable to keep churning away, just like the printer we need to reassess, to refine, to transform and to recalculate. It is in these moments that we may decide that what we are doing at the moment no longer serves us, or it simply may be a pause to recharge and to return to our path with new-found energy and zest.
Enjoy! x
So real what you say... I can feel it. I left everything because I become a machine like you, now I am starting to know who I am but is a long trip.. I have lost myself in the last years. Thank you for sharing your experience, I will follow you! Love you! Your Italian friend Sarah :)
ReplyDeleteThank you beautiful girl! It is a long journey, but it is so worth it. Love you too xx
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