It’s Monday morning and I’ve slept badly knowing I have a yearly review coming up at work today. It’s not that I’ve done anything wrong or that I think I’ll get a bad review, it’s just… I know I’m not doing as well as I could be. Probably because while I love my colleagues and the camaraderie of the team, the work itself is, frankly, not what I’d like to be doing in the long run.
I know the mature thing to do when this happens is to try to figure out what I’d rather be doing look at job postings to see if there is anything interesting available, and yet I don’t. My job is not that bad after all, I tell myself; it has great benefits, pays well enough and I truly enjoy working with my colleagues. And so I keep on, dragging myself out of bed in the morning, do a good enough but never great job at work, sleeping wonderfully on Friday nights and hardly at all on Sundays. All the while knowing I’m just putting off the discomfort of eventually dealing with the fact that I don’t much enjoy my work and of not knowing what I’d rather be doing.
(Side note: during a previous bout of job angst, which happened to occur right as I was reading the opening chapters of Gretchen Rubin’s “The Happines Project”, I wrote to Ms. Rubin asking what she recommended when you know you don’t like working as a lawyer, but you really haven’t a clue what you’d rather be doing. To my great surprise she replied, and very graciously too, recommending I read “The Creative Lawyer” by Michael Melcher to try to figure out what I wanted. I got about 30 pages in before the truths it revealed became too uncomfortable and I stuck it back on the bookshelf to gather dust. Might be worth a try for any other disgruntled lawyers out there, though.)
I’m in the same type of denial, if not quite as bad, when it comes to my finances. I make a decent amount (though by no means loads) of money; it really should not be a problem for me to build up a good chunk of savings or aggressively pay down the mortgage. And yet every month I somehow manage to spend most of my money without really knowing where it went. The thing is, I know exactly what I should be doing, what the mature thing to do is – I know I need to automate my savings and track spending and yada yada. I know all of that and still I just don’t do it.
(Side note again: If you like reading about personal finance and, like me, rather enjoy being made to feel even worse about the mistakes you know full well you’re making, check out Mr. Money Mustache’s blog. I keep reading in the vain hope that it will rub off on me and I will somehow effortlessly drop online shopping as my preferred form of escapism and become a sage, uber frugal (and, it goes without saying, super rich) person who enjoys peppermint tea (yuck!), saves at least 50% of their income and gets all their clothes second hand.)
Same thing applies when it comes to not eating too much sugar, paying my bills as soon as I get them and keeping our condo decently cleaninstead of letting it descend into chaos that requires a five hour cleaning spree on the regular. I know what to do, but somehow I cannot seem to just do it.
The thing, though, is I’m pretty sure no one but my husband (well, and now the internet) knows this about me. I can speak at length about how interesting my work is if required to make a small talk session with acquaintances flow smoothly. If you ask me for advice, I can rattle off personal finance edicts like it’s my job and as long as I get a 20 minute warning I can fake a cleanish looking condo whenever people come over. All of which just serves to make me feel like a fraud. Do any of you do this too? Or are you one of those magical unicorns who have broken through the inertia and actually do the stuff you know you “should” do on the regular? (Teach me your ways!)
Anyway, what I’m getting at is that I think my life would be a lot less stressful and a lot more enjoyable if I would (at least on occasion) just do the thing I know I should do right when I know I should do it, instead of putting it off for ages and spending tons of energy feeling guilty that I didn’t send those thank you notes yet/annoyed that that lightbulb is still out/angsty that my card will get declined at the end of the month/grumpy because I haven’t worked out in a week.
So long story short I’m going to try (occasionally – let’s be realistic here) just doing the thing. Revolutionary stuff, I know. The good news is I expect I will manage to screw this up in novel and amusing ways, and you get to read along and pat yourself on the back that at least you’re not as hopeless as *that*.