It has been a hectic two days. The body has the slow, steep of fever that comes with fatigue. I am wearing my lavender Uniqlo shirt and distressed denims that I am loving quite a bit. So, I want to share a little bit about a few things that I am considering. One is slightly hard - maybe not as hard as the horrible things that I have written about the last few days. But some things that have caused me some pain. Why are women approaching 50 or over 50 so unprofessional? That is a blatant generalization. As I wrote it, I got an image in my head of two men who have behaved irresponsibly, but maybe, at this stage in my life, there is not much a man can do that will surprise me terribly. But women...I wonder if I have been blindsided by being or belonging to this gender and soon to be in that age group. Why think yourself so entitled that you deserve a lot of money just because you turned a certain age? A slightly demanding project (or more than slightly demanding project) comes up, and you have a nervous breakdown, an anxiety attack, heartburn, acidity reflux, or episodes of depression? I mean, you aren't 22. You have crossed 50. You have lived with yourself for SO long. Whether you know anything else or not, you need to know yourself.
I think I am upset because it may not be all women of that age - it's the women I know. Actually no. My cook and cleaning lady are not like that. It's the other writers and instructional designers. Why is this group so weak? And militant about protecting their weakness and anxiety and staying weak? You recommend someone for a job,b and they have a precious meltdown midway and leave the job in shitty shambles. Either they have a husband, and or they have had jobs - so they don't know what it takes other freelancing women to find and build a network - to find clients who will pay, who will not ping you at midnight and say stuff like "Nice smile!" or "We know what kind of women can afford to live by themselves in Bandra West." They won't know that because they will go back to their sniveling, selfish coterie of other friends who will cocoon their mediocrity and justify the rot that has set in.
It is very infuriating,g and it is because I have now realized that my very own judgment of people has been abysmal - especially of women I recommended. To be fair, a couple of men have also not performed, ed but maybe I didn't really expect too much from them. But what happens when you are so clueless about your own capability, your own self, your own truth? You readily go around calling other people toxic when what you have become is a has-been. And an irresponsible one at that. When you want the money, you crib crib crib for it. But then, at that age and at that level, one is expected to know how to cope. And have the professionalism to not check out when you decide to quit and do such a bad, embarrassing job of leaving things. At least have the spine to own up to the mess you create.
Anyway, people will be the way they will be. I will need to be far more careful. I think I need to be more tempered in how I see people. Just because someone is older than me or was my senior a lifetime ago doesn't mean they are good at their jobs anymore. It was a hard and an expensive lesson to learn.
To that end, I think one's own physical health is so fragile, precious, and almost ephemeral. When you lose it, you lose it.
Anyway, I am trying to explore things to find out what can make things different for me. Maybe I will go down that path myself. But no. I will do my best to not do that. THAT will not be my story. Knowledge and truth of self - first, last, and always. I want to be very good. If I can't be very good, I will be very bad. But I won't be corrupt.
Okay, I am a little upset now. I think I will stop now and see what I can do. Maybe I will come back later.
No, that's okay. I will plod on.
Okay am back after laying down for a bit. I just realized that if something is bothering me that much, it is scraping against a blind spot. So, will investigate that at some point.
1. Papa is well - actually, not fully well. He hadn't had sleep yesterday and was feeling tired. He looked smaller and more hunched than last time but as I stayed and talked to him, he seemed to get better and brighter.
2. I had poha at home today. Papa's chef had made it really well with some small carrots and capsicum.
3. Had safe cab rides.
4. Finished a massive part of the work today. M-A-S-S-I-V-E. I feel cognitively very refreshed. It was a stretch and it was glorious! But it is the first stage but the first draft of anything is a juicy exciting step.
5. Have a home to stay in and there's water, wi-fi, electricity, and potable water.
6. One of the glasses from my spectacles had come off. I was a little nervous about my vision and my eye. Thankfully I got that pieced back on to finish my work. But I will have to get that sorted on Monday but for now, we're okay.
7. Got some lovely flowers yesterday for Valentine's. Always a nice thing to get.
8. I think this year there will be a churn. A huge, huge churn. May the fake and false burn. Actually, not 'may'. It 'will'. One can only try to not be one of them.