I think it is possible to work too much. That if you spend 10 hours a day doing work to get money that is way too much.
Maybe because it is work, not something that I love to do.
The work is work, and I can do it, but it seems that the mail in my hand is making me turn this way and that way to find the slot. And once I get in the car, the mail in my hand leads the way again.
It seems that I am just riding along behind the mail, and that the mail doesn’t see me at, or cares!
I work for the mail, period, we have no relationship or communication, It has a destination printed on it, and I follow or am directed by It.
I feel like a puppet on an invisible string. There is very little space for us to deviate, unless we miss-deliver, which I have been known to do.
I have been doing this work almost nonstop, well 6 out of 7 days a week, it seems insane at best to move this way.
My neck, shoulder, upper back is sore and stiff from all the similar movements, repeating and repeating, robot like.
No wonder the postal employees go postal, it is from being led around and twisted around in a way that leaves no room or choice for freedom.
We have no choice but to follow, follow, and follow.
This is about as opposite as you can get from being an Artist, this is like connect the dots or color by number.
I am not sure what would happen to my spirit if I had to do this 6 days a week for really really long periods of time.
I felt it yesterday really consciously, that we are simply the puppet that delivers. We come to work, pick up a letter and then twist or reach to put in a slot, get the next one and turn a different way and repeat this for a few hours.
Getting directions from a piece of paper, and it gets so you turn without thinking, you see the name and know it is to your left and down, or to your right and up so far.
Then we hop in the car and the address on the paper tells you when to break, you pull down the door on the mailbox, etc….
This blows my mind, or may I should say it blows my creativity.
My saving grace is the interaction with the ladies in the office and then I listen to Sirius Radio.
Oh my goodness. This is what we do to bring home money to pay the bills. No wonder there is burn out!
Well it is time for me to pack a lunch and go and be the mail puppet! It is clear out, so maybe I will have a sunny day. The colors are changing so there is wonderful scenery to view along the way.
I guess in the end we are all puppets to something! The best is to be a puppet doing what you love to do, then I bet the invisible thread wouldn’t matter as much.
If your puppeteer is Spirit or Passion, I bet we are inspired to move!
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