I’m nearing forty. I’m at that magical age where teenage habits that I’ve carried on throughout my adulthood are beginning to yield what feels like slow death. So recently, I’ve decided to address this with a total revamp of my attitude and behaviour where health is concerned, -as a dad in his forties with no real excuses should. I’ve discovered fibre, and rediscovered exercise, and sleep, etc.
My sick days haven’t always been regular. My reasons have multiplied. Recently it has been harder and harder to trust my early morning self to be strong enough to make the decision. I would wake up feeling like death, vomiting, nauseated, and just low. This was regular, however the severity would determine my attendance. I wouldn’t exceed the allowance, but I’d keep it on zero.
I volunteered an unprovoked apology to the boss. I told him I’m addressing my health, and that I expect better of myself. I feel very lucky, after all, considering the conditions of my work comparative to what I’ve become used to previously.
He went out of his way the next day to tell me not to even begin to stress. That he appreciates the gesture, but that in spite of attendance, I am considered a great asset, and my place in the team is under no threat. I gotta say, that fuelled my drive to do well even more!
No person is an island. We each have our reasons. I think some of our leaders are beginning to get it. Mine certainly seem to! And that gives me hope that our civilisation can get through all of this division that seems out of control today.