My colleague woke me up panicking and screaming through the phone about how #Canva isn't working properly. Now I'm not sure if I wanna go back to sleep or join her.
I sat down to meditate. Ten minutes in, I could hear myself breathe to the rhythm of 'mon-day. mon-day.' Had just one existential question.. am I resting or just buffering?
'Don’t think about work' is all I told myself in the morning today. So naturally, I started mentally rewriting our tagline, and reimagining our logo in Comic Sans. I’m unwell.
My to-do list tried to sneak into my dreams last night. Even my subconscious was like, 'you didn’t schedule those posts, did you?' Thanks brain, I really needed that.
Thought to myself again today I’ll read a book, touch grass, and not check analytics. Instead, I've ended up calculating engagement rates between sips of chai like it’s a Sudoku puzzle.
Woke up and decided Ima just chill. Five minutes later, I was rewriting a campaign brief in my head and arguing with imaginary clients about font sizes. C'est la vie.
TheGrayMan: As inspiring as Ryan's calm under fire is, it still has nothing on me. I panic whenever my manager pings me. It's always expected yet hits like a shock.
So while I was just casually staring at my chats tab, I kept noticing my manager would start typing and stop. I pray to all that's sacred I don't get a ping now. Or ever. Or atleast until next Friday. lel
Somebody come take over my workstation already. I'm just trying to look busy while my soul’s already in weekend mode. It’s performance art at this point.
Not sure if I actually got any thing creatively accomplished while I was suffering from the creative tension, but it's fair to say it got me through and I'm ready to clock out now.
As unbearable as the last hour on a Thursday gets, to deal with it better Ima rewire my brain to call stress 'creative tension' for the remaining time.
I've observed and learned a cool hack. Sometimes when I need to sound productive, I just say 'it's in progress' with confidence. No one questions it, they just nod.
If you can’t fix something, dump it all in a folder and rename it as 'pilot program'. What you'll notice afterwards is that failure will start to feel like innovation.
Well if nothing else, I showed up today. And sometimes, that’s the win that keeps the wheels turning and the good type shi stirring. Ooh a girl can rhyme.
The ‘90s Gushers kids are back.. and that too with revenge. A horror twist on nostalgia, where fruity fun turns freaky. Still craving Gushers after this?
