After doing the die/resus thing a few times, along with more surgical procedures that I care to mention, I started my recovery. For reasons I didn't really understand, my carers often used to tell me that I'd "turned a corner". It sure as hell didn't feel that way after months in hospital, being as smashed up and broken as I was. However, and only as of this morning, I suspect I've learned what the hospital staff actually meant.
My job (this job, other jobs, all jobs) has always driven the majority of the stress in my life, and I'd always considered it a necessary evil, part of my deal with the (corporate) devil in order to have the 'benefits' of working for such a large organisation (decent salary, stable job, pension, etc). That choice has always been influenced by a dose of fear of the future (the "what if" factor). That fear was always 'bigger' than the stress, meaning that I'd aim to preserve the status quo.
The trouble with that approach is that things do not stay the same, change happens albeit imperceptibly slowly; I am, figuratively, a frog in the pot and the job situation is slowly but surely warming up the water.
My realisation, my epiphany, my moment of clarity, is that I am that frog, and the status quo must be destroyed; something has got to change.
Today, I really have turned a corner.
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