I’m a bit of a workaholic. Meaning I work a lot more than necessary due to the fact that I tend to set ridiculously high expectations for myself. My tendency to overwork has been amplified since taking on a job in sales. Working in sales means that I can literally work myself into the ground. The company MINIMUM is 45 hours a week and there is no maximum. I voluntarily work well over that amount. I’m in the office from 7 am to around 5 or 6 pm plus a 20-minute commute one way.
Working the way I do has made things rather difficult in prepping for the World Race. There are two big steps that I need to take. 1) Find a doctor to start the vaccination process and 2) get a new passport.
These are not difficult tasks to complete.
The problem is, most doctor’s and post offices are only open 8 hours a day. We’re talking 9 to 5 or 8 to 4. I’m at work before, during, and after these places open and close. So in my usual fashion, rather than taking off work, I simply worried for weeks over how I was to get these 2 tasks completed and continued to work more hours.
Well, yesterday the first steps in acquiring shots and a passport got completed. How?
I had a migraine.
Usually, I’m able to grit my teeth and keep pushing forward. But yesterday the pain was unbearable. I put in about 5 hours at the office and simply could not work anymore. Then I went home. As I wallowed in misery and self-pity, it suddenly dawned on me. I’m off work during business hours. I must take advantage of this opportunity, no matter how painful.
So with the blinds pulled down, my computer screen on the lowest light setting, and with a blanket over my head, I settled in to complete my tasks.
I found a doctor close by and made my first appointment. Then I found a post office and made an appointment to get my passport paperwork completed. It was a small two steps, but it took a migraine and several hours of moving in slow motion to complete.
I have been struggling to come up with a way to end this post. I’ll end it with a quote from my mom: “You are so hard headed that the Good Lord gave you a migraine to get you to take off work and focus on his plan.”
Well stated mom. Lesson learned.
