A professional footballer.
A TV presenter.
An estate agent.
A stand-up comedian.
Many and varied things, none of which remotely relate to what I do for a job now.
But you make do. You plug on. You grin and bear it.
I don’t hate my job. I rather like it on some days.
On others I really don’t.
But it’s a job and, especially at these times, I’m glad to have one.
Sometimes I come home from work satisfied that I did a good thing that day. Sometimes I forget about my day before I’m even out the door. Sometimes I’m so stressed and anxious that it all spills out in a torrent as soon as I get home.
Today was the latter. Today was because of me. Because it’s been a day where my anxiety claimed a small victory and I allowed it to define my day and myself.
But I won’t let it win. I won’t let anxiety and depression be the defining aspects of my personality. There are too many good things in my life for those two destructive forces to beat me.
“Work willingly at whatever you do, as though you were working for the Lord rather than for people.” (Colossians 3:23 NLT)
So, this is what I’ll do. There is more to me than my job. More to me than the depressed and anxious me.
I wish I felt that more often, but I will not let it win.