We find ourselves in trying and uncertain times right now. For many our resolve and resourcefulness will continually be tested. At bare minimum its a challenge to all to simplify our lives. Some of us will come face to face with the answers to "What mettle are you made of? Can you imagine a new future? What sacrifices are you willing to make? What do you truly need to survive?"
I wrestle with these questions and more as I plot my strategies in pursuit of a new job. My most formidable nemesis is PANIC. Recently, I'm fighting this demon multiple times a day. The definition of panic is an overwhelming feeling of fear and anxiety. Sounds pretty accurate to me except my version feels like your veins turning to ice. It's paralyzing. And I know I'm not alone battling this beast.
Every day there is more somber news to process. Thousands more out of work. Hundreds more points down on the stock market. Increasingly bleak forecasts for the future. It's enough to make you want to crawl under the covers and hibernate this year away.
And all the while the Smiths are swirling on repeat in my mind...
Panic on the streets of London
Panic on the streets of Birmingham
I wonder to myself
Could life ever be sane again?
"Panic" by The Smiths
Desperately seeking a new theme song! Maybe you've arrived at this conclusion previously, but I need to diligently regulate the amount of negativity I'm letting in. A strict news diet is a necessity. My spirit and resolve are being poisoned. I know finding a job in this climate is akin to climbing a mountain whose summit keeps getting higher. And there is a mass of company/competition on the journey. But I can only get there by putting one foot in front of the other and pushing onward. Controlling what is in my control. My positive energy, hope and enthusiasm need to be fiercely protected. It took two months to recharge my batteries for the long climb and that energy is a precious commodity. Truth is when I breathe deeply I can remember my home is secure over my head. Resources are accessible if necessary. At this point and the foreseeable future, there is no need to hyperventilate myself into a state of panic induced inertia.
So sweetie, time to kick the Smiths out of your head and sing a new tune. I'm open to suggestions for any songs, passages or books you find motivational and positive. Bring it on!
For now, I'll start my playlist with R.E.M.
The time to rise has been engaged.
You're better best to rearrange.
I'm talking here to me alone.
I listen to the finest worksong.
Your finest hour.
Your finest hour.
Take your instinct by the reins.
Better best to rearrange.
What we want and what we need
Has been confused, been confused. (blow your horn)
Your finest hour. (blow your horn)
Your finest hour.
"Finest Worksong" by R.E.M.