I embody the turbulence of a hurricane, an emblem of the chaos that swirls around me beyond my influence. The external forces batter me relentlessly, leaving me grappling with the tempest of life. Yet, paradoxically, there’s an odd satisfaction in surrendering to the storm, especially when I immerse myself in podcasts that candidly explore the truths of my existence.
A pivotal event cast a shadow over me, fostering feelings of demoralization and self-deprecation. This experience robbed me of my grasp on life, making the weekly routine an arduous journey. As I pen down these words, the struggle persists, a constant companion in my daily existence.
During a recent episode of the Mel Robbins Podcast, a profound insight struck me: the importance of identifying the friction in one’s life. This revelation prompted me to reflect on a recent incident at work. A routing slip, bearing the signature of the officer-in-charge, redirected my request once again, setting off a cascade of frustration. In those moments, I acknowledged a recurring pattern – whenever this topic resurfaces, I’m enveloped in a bittersweet symphony of emotions. The underlying anger, a potent undercurrent, threatens to spill over in my reactions. It dawned on me that I am powerless in dictating how others respond to my appeals.
If only I could articulate the silent plea within me – a desperate cry for respite from the suffering and the ache that permeate my being. I yearn for a brief hiatus, an opportunity to mend the shattered fragments of myself within the confines of my workplace.
Doodle Your Life 