It's a dream come true for me. Before 2009 for more than one and a half decades, I had always wished to have long breakfast without the need to hurry to work after that. Breakfast used to be in a hurry, keeping tab of time so as not to be late to the office, while hurriedly savouring whatever delicious breakfast on the table. Seldom taking more than 30 minutes, breakfast outside was and still is a must before the day begins.
Breakfast used to be a meal while at the same time thinking about what's going to be in store for me as I stepped into my office. Now, breakfast is more relaxed. Stress is still indispensable from my life but of a different type. I don't have to worry anymore about inquisitive stares from colleagues if I walked into the office late, whether I had delivered what I promised the other day, from subordinates whether I would give them a good appraisal since they had worked hard, from bosses whether I could meet the reporting deadline as committed, from early business associates whether I was a competent manager to deal with, the worries never ended.
The stress I have now is whether I think I cook a nutritious meal for my kids while juggling house chores and my tutoring job. The stress is whether I have done enough to help my students. I only have myself to report to, that is the best and the hardest thing. Whatever it is, I am enjoying every minute of it. I have no complaints.
As for my stress-free cuppa coffee, I finally realise it.
Breakfast used to be a meal while at the same time thinking about what's going to be in store for me as I stepped into my office. Now, breakfast is more relaxed. Stress is still indispensable from my life but of a different type. I don't have to worry anymore about inquisitive stares from colleagues if I walked into the office late, whether I had delivered what I promised the other day, from subordinates whether I would give them a good appraisal since they had worked hard, from bosses whether I could meet the reporting deadline as committed, from early business associates whether I was a competent manager to deal with, the worries never ended.
The stress I have now is whether I think I cook a nutritious meal for my kids while juggling house chores and my tutoring job. The stress is whether I have done enough to help my students. I only have myself to report to, that is the best and the hardest thing. Whatever it is, I am enjoying every minute of it. I have no complaints.
As for my stress-free cuppa coffee, I finally realise it.
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