But in the end, I'm not sure if that's such a bad thing. Nobody has ever pushed me this hard, or stayed on my ass like this. Maybe I need it. Maybe not. Time will tell.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Are we there yet?
No matter what I do, I don't feel like it's ever enough. I don't feel like I'm ever pleasing the people around me. I don't feel any freedom what so ever. It's frowned upon if I sleep too late, or if I don't talk enough, or only talk to one person, or if I turn my ringer off, or hang out with friends. Even when I feel think I'm doing fine, I find out that I've screwed up somehow. Never enough.
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When I moved to Dallas for my new job, I went through similar experiences. Everything was new. Always felt that I had made mistakes and I had very little clue about how things worked in my new environment. Eventually I started to learn and things are going easier gradually. I actually had to think hard to get there. In my naive mind, I would have thought that things should have become easy by themselves.
People around you must appreciate you and all the efforts you make; maybe they are just not conveying in a clear fashion that they are pleased by you.
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