I have never been competitive, or very ambitious, although I come from a goal oriented family. I worked hard at collage, but really only perused things I liked since I never expected to actually be able to graduate since I was in and out with my Crohns. I got it a bit more together once I realized that I might actually be able to graduate (which I did), but I am still way too prone to procrastination (I am supposed to be working right now) to ever really get that much done.
What I realized about myself is that work just isn’t as important to me as the rest of my life (relationships, writing in my spare time, reading, watching shows I like), and that isn’t necessarily a bad thing, it is just me. I work hard while I am at work (most of the time), and I care about doing well so that no one has to pick up my slack, but I have no interest in advancing my position, or getting to a higher level than I am at right now. When I am at home, I try not to think about work at all.
Honestly I think that this approach to life is healthy for a person with Crohns. I try very hard not to stress myself out about things that are out of my control, like being too sick to work from time to time, or worrying about what others think of me. That is a waste of time. I just try to do the best I can, and then I let it go. My home life is my real life. My job is just what I do so that I can make the rest of my life work.
Obviously, this way of thinking doesn’t work for everyone. My sister is very job/goal oriented, and that way of living doesn’t stress her out at all. It seems to even make her happy. We all have different styles and approaches to life. I just happen to think that if you are paying your bills, and you feel pretty content where you are, there is no reason to try to be like someone else. I am a good friend, a good wife, a good dog owner and a good sister. Those are the things that matter to me, and I am okay with those being the things that make me feel fulfilled as a person.
I will say that when I was on pain meds last year, I really didn’t feel like I cared about anything, which is something different. I didn’t feel bad, I just didn’t feel anything that strongly. I felt mellow, not happy, but I was afraid of going off of them even when I was out of pain, because I felt like they regulated my mood. Really, all the days of my life started to blend together, and even when I was doing something “fun” it just felt like another thing to get through before I went to bed and started it all again the next day.
I finally did go off of them completely, and a few months later, I was taking a long walk in Santa Fe by myself (something I like to do when I am up to it). I was walking along the plaza, when suddenly I realized that there was a chill in the air. It wasn’t exactly a nice feeling, but I felt like I was really feeling it, if that makes sense. I felt the weight of my body as I walked. I felt the slight annoyance that I wasn’t quite sure how long it would be until my husband picked me up. I wanted some chocolate, and I got some and it was delicious. I realized that I was enjoying my own company again. It sounds really weird, and is hard to explain, but once I got the meds out of my system, I really felt like life mattered again. It was an important day. Are you on pain meds now? It might not feel like it, but they may be affecting you in ways you aren’t aware of.
Sorry I wrote you a novel! Hope this helps you in some way! Better get back to work.