For some reason the world thinks I’m guilty. I guess I am. But I don’t care.
I’ve had several occasions lately where people in my life assume I need their advice whether or not I ask for it.
Awhile back I went out to dinner with some former coworkers. We had a nice evening of catching up and chatting. On the way out, one of them had to comment out of the blue, “Take care if yourself Anna. You know there is more to life than work…” What? Ok… you probably didn’t mean to be incredibly offensive, but what the hell? Just because I don’t spend my evenings exactly like you do, you think you should lecture me? What part of our one hour dinner made it safe to assume you know everything about my life?
Then over the weekend, I was at a barbecue with extended family. Any conversation is immediately driven to “burning out” or “wasting my life”. I apparently missed the part when I said I was miserable.
Who the hell gave you the permission to judge me? You see me once every 6 months and that makes you some expert?
Alright, I admit it. I work hard. Since when is working hard a bad thing? All my life I was taught that it pays off and now you want me to stop? Maybe… just maybe I don’t want to do anything half-ass. Maybe I want to know that I give 100% to whatever I do. If you want to give less than that, you don’t see me judging you.
Or is it that you oppose what I’m working on? Well if that is the case, it is still none of your business. Get over it.
I’m going to keep working my ass off. I won’t apologize for it.