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Sunsets are proof that no matter what happens, every day can end beautifully. #2830 #afterwork #easeofmind
"the biggest problem in the business world is not too little but too much—too many distractions and interruptions, too many things done for the sake of form, and altogether too much busy-ness. [..] what is clear is that office workers are on a treadmill of pointless activity. Managers allow meetings to drag on for hours. Workers generate e-mails because it requires little effort and no thought. [..] A survey last year by the Centres for Disease Control and Prevention estimated that almost a third of working adults get six hours or less of sleep a night. Another survey last year by Good Technology, a provider of secure mobile systems for businesses, found that more than 80% of respondents continue to work after leaving the office, 69% cannot go to bed without checking their inbox and 38% routinely check their work e-mails at the dinner table. [..] workers are generally more creative on low-pressure days than on high-pressure days when they are confronted with a flurry of unpredictable demands. [..] “One of the secrets of productivity is to have a very big waste-paper basket to take care of all invitations such as yours.” [..] the best managers focus their attention on establishing the right rules—recruiting the right people and establishing the right incentives—and then get out of the way. He quotes a story about Eastman Kodak in its glory days. A corporate reorganisation left a small division out in the cold—without a leader or a reporting line to headquarters. The head office only rediscovered the division when it received a note from a customer congratulating the unit on its work. [..] some creative people would never finish anything if they were left to their own devices. But there is certainly a case for doing a lot less—for rationing e-mail, cutting back on meetings and getting rid of a few overzealous bosses."
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Blogging is for thoughts, right?
This is for my own sense of being.
There comes a point in many conversations I have in which I know I've hit a breaking point. A point in which I cannot return for I have spoken further than my heart initially desired. Deep down I know my words will come back to haunt me, and every once in a blue moon it's pretty obvious how it will occur. Yet, after every incident, it happens again. All to my own fault, of course. I blame myself and myself only. Now, every word spoken upholds a subtle truth. Together these subtle truths paint a bigger picture. This picture encompasses my heart and its true desires, the passion and love that burns within me.However, I guess what it all boils down to is that one place in my heart. That very section that has always been and forever will be for you. I'm not the most religious person out there, but I do have my beliefs. I do believe with all my heart that it was His intentions to keep you in my life through thick and thin. After everything you're still here and I couldn't be more thankful. Awhh yeah transitional sentences! But yeah, it has been difficult for me lately. I look at you and see the past, the present, and an imaginable future. I'm not sad nor angry. Neither do I live with any regrets. It's just weird. Weird to know you're the one that got away, in a sense. Weird to know that where I always thought would be a void, spilling out resentment, is actually a space complete to the core. Happy and content. Weird to now know that no matter how my life ends up, you're that one. That one person that I know was my first love. My first true love. I'll always love you, that's for certain. Not in that creepy, awkward sense, but rather in the sense that i respect that you're soul continues to flourish into an amazing being. You're soul treads lightly while leaving deep marks of fervent ambition, if that makes an sense. What I'm trying to say, cutting out the failed poetic mumbo jumbo, is that I have profound respect for you as a person and who you've chosen to become. I tip my hat to thee, fine woman. These days I find myself back out there, meeting new people and taking more risks. I felt it best to move on with life. I'm not sure why, but I've always loved putting myself out there. Risking my heart is the greatest decision I've ever made. It's changed the way I think and how I view life.
I think that's what I love most, the freedom to think. The ability to open my eyes and believe whatever I damn well please. To formulate questions, never knowing whether they'll be answered. Life's complexity is fucking beautiful.