Yesterday my good friend had something traumatic happen. It happened to be the day of my book release. They came into my apartment crying. I don’t want to admit it, but part of me was like, “Not now… I have work to do.” Over the past 3 years I’ve worked to the point of burying myself into the ground. That voice wanted to tell me that I got myself into a bad situation for not working. Another voice said, “Nothing is more important than being a great person. Being a great work does not compare to being a great person.” I spent the day with my friend instead of working on my book launch “to-dos.” I went to bed with an unusual peace of mind. My body felt unusually open. My priorities felt straight. It made me realize that it’s super easy to work so hard that we neglect the real areas of importance, like being a great friend and valuing things outside of work. It made me realize that at the end of the day I could regret working too hard, but I would never regret making someone feel special, adored, and appreciated. A few years ago I cut everything out of my life to release my first book. Two years later, I feel I am starting to get it. Being a good person is more important than being a good worker. That’s what will fulfill us.
Posted on: Sat, 03 Jan 2015 19:56:11 +0000
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