You Need To Fall Out of Love With Misery to Make Things Better
I intentionally threw myself into corporate hell.
I looked around the board room. The people around me were omens from the future. They were in their late 30s and early 40s yet already showed signs of advanced aging.
They had bags under their eyes. Their faces were drained from stress. Above all, they were never looked happy.
Some days, I thought, if I hear one more person say, “synergy” or “streamline operations”, I’m going to combust.
But I rode it out. Each day bled into the next. I sat in the same cubicle, sinking lower and lower into my chair.
I should have left sooner. But, for a bunch of reasons I never articulated, I stayed. My gluttony for punishment knew no bounds. I threw out the safe word. I took my lashing with a smile.
Just like you. Until things changed.
You love being unhealthy.
Our irritability, energy spikes, depression, and high blood pressure, have become normalized. People don’t even know what it’s like to feel healthy.
If for one week, you cut the junk, preservatives, caffeine, candy, fast food, most of you would be shocked at how good you’d feel.
My uncle was a surgeon. He often marveled at how different the “parts” inside us looked. Children’s insides looked like new car engines. With adults? He could tell who’d been trashing their body. Organs don’t lie.
Comedian George Carlin had a great bit about how your only real priority in life is “not dying”. Everything else is noise. Just don’t die. Seems basic right?
Yet, not only do we give ourselves permission to die, we rather enjoy it, just as long as it’s stretched out over years. Small transgressions are our favorite form of self-sabotage. It’s how affairs start, how diets crash, and how your liver slowly resembles a battle-worn pirate.
You love it.
You could be happy and healthy.
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