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No Days Off

This week is brought to you by my newest relationship with the floor.

If we have ever spent time together, you probably know at least 2 things about me 1. I can’t not work. I don’t know how. I also don’t know how to not be in control, but more on that later. 2. Once my body says, “Okay. You’re done” and begins to just turn itself off, all I want to do is lay on the floor. It’s my favorite thing- I don’t know why. I have a bed. It’s very comfortable and there’s more than enough space for me, two cats, a laptop, some extra clothes I haven’t put away yet, a few pillows-it has space.

Yesterday was a “Lay on the Floor” day.

I worked my regular 9-5 job…which is really like an 8-6 job…which is really a, “When a student calls, you answer,” job.  I work with college students with exceptionalities, mostly on the autism spectrum. My official title is, “Career Development Coordinator.” Essentially what I do is help students define their career path and provide direction on how to achieve what it is they want to do. It’s a lot of work. It’s A LOT of hustling. I’m reaching out to local businesses, volunteer opportunities, soup kitchens, senior living centers, anywhere that will either hire or allow my students to earn volunteer hours to place on resumes. Then I help them build those resumes. Set them up to nail their interviews. Provide support in those interviews and with making sure they’re as professional and consistent as they can be. My purpose, at least how I see it, is to set these students up for success-provide that feeling of earning a win.

Got home. Roasted coffee-I roast in small batches. Really small batches. 8oz. batches. Each batch can take up to 15 minutes. And then you have to cool it. It takes a while. Each bag of coffee that is ordered from the shop has taken at least 20-30 minutes to roast, weigh, bag, and label.

Rehearsal. I play the bass for Cory’s wife, Jerika. 8-10PM last night, we went over some tunes for a gig we have next week. Dialed. Learned some new songs. Done.

Back home. Roasting. We have an event this Saturday (Which, by the way, if you’re available to come hang out, you should definitely come hang out. It’s in Joshua Tree and it is going to be so fun). I have about 30 bags of coffee to unload with all of our roasts and I wanted to get ahead of some of our orders. While I roast, I usually like going over a checklist: pack this, screen this, build this, post this, take a picture of that thing, make a funny joke on Instagram, ask Cory to spend more money, spend the money, ask Cory for forgiveness, etc.

 

But last night I finished my 10th batch of the day and my body said, “Nope. Floor.”

 

And that is where I stayed until this morning.

By this point I feel like anyone who has actually stayed long enough to read to this point is probably saying, “Cool man. A story about how you lay on the floor. Thanks for telling everyone how big your bed is, I guess.” I promise there is a point. Also, you’re welcome.

A lot of these stories end with a realization that I have in a situation where I get this moment of clarity and I say, “Oh! Well, THAT’S interesting!” and then I tell everyone about it. So here it is:

Working at 100% all the time and every day is not always a good thing. Ha! Surprise! Sometimes it is the necessary thing and the most productive thing when you have a deadline and you should definitely get that done, sure. But I am experiencing first hand and out of necessity, that taking a break is kind of important and sometimes delegating work to your team (If you have one- I am incredibly fortunate to have one) is the right thing to do. I am still learning that the work will still be there when you come back to it. That just because you take a break, the whole thing isn't going burn down. The biggest struggle I think I wrestle with is making myself realize that taking a break doesn't mean you're weak, it means that you are a person. Being a person is hard.

I know there are people like me out there. I have met some of them. We make jokes about how the hustle never stops and that we have major problems with situations of not being in control of it all and how much work we create for ourselves.

So today, for all of you over achieving workaholic stress-cases out there: go take a break. Try and lay on the floor, take a walk, turn your phone off (I got a stomach ache just typing that). The work will still be there. Promise. 

StoriesNick Galaura