Stresses Of Life: Work

                                                                       Everyday is a brand new day,
                                                                        everyday is a journey.                                                           

Now shed Thy mighty influence abroad
On souls that would their Father's image bear;
Make us as holy temples of our God,
Where dwells forever calm, adoring prayer.
C. J. P. SPITTA.



My number one stress of life is my work. I have struggled in this area for years. If it's not the people, then it's something else like the equipment not working. Just recently, my wifi wasn't working for two whole weeks.

 I have tried to analyze why I am struggling so much with my job. Have I worked there for too long? Are there no more challenges to overcome? Do I even have a purpose anymore? 

If I'm truly honest here, I would admit that my displeasure began when my shift and position was eliminated. Back then, I was actually happy to begin a new chapter in my career. I was looking forward to going to a new shift, working with co-workers I haven't seen in years and even some I haven't met. I thought I would be leading a normal life after being on 3rd. shift for so many years. I would sleep with the rest of the world at night. I embraced it completely. 

The problem occurred when I realized that the shift I went to wasn't what I thought it would be. Frankly, I was extremely disappointed to find there was so much favoritism going on among other things. People do not get along with one another on this shift. There is so much antagonism between co-workers and that it has been a major struggle to fit in. For years and years, I have heard great reviews about them and honestly, I don't understand why. 

I often wonder why I was sent here. Originally, we chose the shift we wanted and I chose shift one. My Manager at that time, asked me if I could reconsider, because he could really use me on Second. I agreed. He didn't force me. I agreed. Like I said, I often wonder if I stuck to my original choice if I would have been happier. Many of my fellow sisters-in-Christ have argued the point that I must have been sent here to do a purpose. One even replied I was to be a beacon of light among the darkness. Is my beacon shining brightly? Lord, I hope so.

As the struggle continue, I engulfed myself in my Ministry, this blog and my Group. They keep me going and moving forward every single time I feel the weight of that decision. I look toward the future and the remaining years I have there. 

Have a blessed day everyone.