Ok well not the whole bottle. I’d probably be dead. And it’s not like I was sitting alone in my apartment with a bottle of tequila drowning my sorrows away.
Nope it wasn’t anything like that. Last night my good friend invited me out for a happy hour. My original response was “no”. I don’t have time to go sit and drink at the local watering hole, and I don’t really have tons of money to spend on alcohol either. Although, a shot of tequila is only $0.87.
An hour later I was calling him back, “ya I’ll come out for a couple” I’m pretty sure I can handle $2 for a little bit of socializing with friends I rarely see anymore.
I went out. Probably for longer than I should have. I had more than 2 shots of tequila (surprise!) and had a great time. I didn’t once think of work or writing or creating or anything like that. Nope. Just me, my friends, a pool table and tequila.
This morning I woke up and it dawned on me. Actually it kinda hit me like a ton of bricks.
I’m not a machine.
You see, I work up to 13 hours a day, every goddamn day, creating, learning, reading, writing, networking, pinning, you name it, I’m on it. Every fucking day.
It’s starting to take its toll on me. I’m losing focus, I’m getting frustrated, I’m crying and stressing more than I should be (especially since I’m a personal development peep and I should be happy all the time dammit!). I’m frazzled, my work days are chaos and more often than not lately, I’ve been thinking about throwing in the towel and tapping the fuck out.
So ya this morning it hit me hard. I’m not a machine and I can’t function like one nor should I even be trying. I’m a human and besides the 7 hours or so of sleep I need each night, I also need chill time.
I realized I also need to get out, go have fun (though not necessarily always with tequila), go hang with my friends more and forget about work, if only for a few hours a night once a week.
I realized that you can’t pour from an empty cup and my cup has been empty for months.
I realized that I’m losing myself in work and I don’t even know who I am anymore. I’ve become a machine. I whirl and buzz and whirl some more. I short out, I get fired up again, I reboot and get back at it without missing a beat.
But I can’t do that anymore. Having a few shots of tequila with my friends last night made me realize I’m not a machine, I’m a human being with feelings and needs.
I need to get out more, get the fuck away from work and hang with my peeps. I need to decompress and be Iva every now and then. Away from the hustle and bustle of the online world.
So thank you tequila, for showing me that it’s ok to stop working for a few hours once a week or so, and having fun. Thank you tequila for showing me that I’m really not a machine. Thank you tequila for that a-ha moment, the clarity I was so desperately missing and needing in my life.
And thank you tequila for not giving me a hangover this morning. I ❤ you.
You are not a machine either. Chill the fuck out every now and then. Go live life. You only get one shot at this (ha, that’s kinda punny). Don’t waste it away being a slave to work. Take time for you. Smell the roses. Slam back some tequila (no?). Work will still be there in the morning.
(wait didn’t I just write about tequila last week? I promise I’m not an alcoholic! 😝)
Peace and Love
xo iva xo
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