It’s funny how society has made our lives so busy and stressful that we forget about how lucky we are to be here in the first place. It’s human nature to just survive. I doubt our ancestors spent every waking minute appreciating how they currently weren’t being eaten by a dinosaur. That’s fine for them, but it’s not just a simple dinosaur in today’s world that threatens our happiness. No, it’s a horrible boss, a mean weight comment, a downpayment in a terrible economic climate… the list goes on. There’s so many elements to what we think is a ‘successful life’ that we spend most of our time trying to get there.
There was a ‘bomb’ planted outside my building at work the other day. It turned out to be a bloody gym kit (giving me even MORE reason to not like going to the gym). The point is, for about 3 hours the loudspeaker at work was telling us to ‘stay put, keep calm, emergency servicing are in attendance.’ The city became a ghost town with one lonely bomb squad robot (like Wall-E) undertaking a controlled explosion.
I looked around my office and I could see panic and worry in peoples eyes. Colleagues were getting calls of their other husbands, wives, parents, kids checking they were ok. I was sitting there thinking how I’ve spent too much time worrying about my weight over the past month. I know that worrying is there to serve us evolutionarily, but clearly worry about my weight isn’t working productively for me as I’m still fat and could NO-WAY outrun a hungry wooly mammoth.
All of a sudden I hear “Emergency services have now left the area – everything is fine.”
I tell my team to sit back and appreciate life for a moment. They look at me like I’m a nutter and all rush off to their meetings staring down at their Blackberrys. What I found most interesting about this whole experience is not how quickly we became worried for our lives… but how even MORE quickly we forgot what that feeling of life-appreciation was like. Not me – I went downstairs and I sat outside (alongside the smokers who weren’t able to have a cigarette for 3 hours.. you can tell how much they were appreciating a good puff) and I thought to myself how lucky I was to be outside.
It took me about 20 minutes to join everyone back in their normal routines, as I started worrying about my weight again.