There’s a million and one different things we could be doing in life. At any given moment the opportunities and things to do seem limitless. And with millions of choices means millions of options. Or at least that’s what many people think. The way life is set up, everybody doesn’t get access to all the same set of choices. Lower class individuals may be limited to a handful of colleges to attend within their means. It’s a small subsection of the thousands of colleges around the world. Upper class individuals may have the option to travel anywhere in the world for vacation. That’s thousands of new options that others may not have.
So while life may have limitless options, we will never have all of them open to us any given time. Sometimes you have to work for certain options like reaching a certain milestone before getting promoted at work. Other times you’ll just have to wait. No matter how rich you are you can’t see that solar eclipse coming soon until the time and date arrives. All that said, with all these options we still end up doing repetitive things that we hate. Rich, broke, black, or white we all have to do things we hate. That’s a part of life. Sometimes those tasks we do over and over are exactly what open up new options in our life. But you have to be cognizant of if that’s truly why you continue doing things you hate. So what do you do over and over again that you hate doing?
Here’s a short story on what I hate doing over and over again.
I grabbed my towel off the sink counter and wrapped it around my waist. As I dried my body, I started thinking of what show I wanted to watch tonight. It was a while since I watched anime but I’ve been meaning to get back into it. Ever since I watched Death Note my mind was blown and no anime was coming anywhere close. There was also a cool new Netflix anthology series called Love, Death, and Robots. The trailer I watched on Youtube livestream the day before looked amazing. I was also thinking of watching a dope documentary to wind down my mind and learn something new. I started smiling because I had a lot of good options to choose from. Then I remembered. It was nine thirty. I had to answer my daily question.
The smile quickly wiped off my face as my head dropped down to my shoulders. I had to go see what the question of the day was. The question was something insanely hard to think of at the time. I didn’t know what my earliest childhood memory was. So instead of watching Netflix’s new show I was stuck sitting at my desk thinking. It was almost a full thirty minutes of deep thought until I decided on the least nonsense answer I could come up with. I started writing on my site. It was a little difficult making a simple two sentence answer into a full blog post. Nonetheless, I kept dragging out my story to fill that full page that I had to do daily. Kind of like I’m doing now :).
After an hour, I finished writing the blog post and published it. Then I logged into my social media and went through everyone’s submitted answer to the daily question. Some were good, others were rubbish. I reposted all of them. Then I posted a video of my explaining my answer in ten seconds or less. I was finally finished. By the time I was done with all of that, I was tired and no longer excited to watch anything. I just threw on the first show I saw, Naruto, and fell asleep to the background noise. The next evening I had to go through the same thing. Except this time I wasn’t feeling good around eight so I decided I would wait a little longer to write the blog post. I usually try to answer between eight and ten in the afternoon.
As I laid in bed, my pain in back started getting worse. It was spreading to my legs and was starting hurt a lot more than normal. After thirty minutes the pain was too intense and I was headed to the hospital. I got to the ER and waited for an hour two to get back to a room. I was lucky because this was a good night. As I laid there in pain, I was just wanting them to hurry up with the medicine. They didn’t even get an IV in me yet. I was twisting and turning trying to find some type of comfort or relief. I didn’t know what caused this pain crisis but I knew I wanted it to end. Then the nurses came in with their needles and started tying up my forearm searching for veins.
As they were sticking me trying to get an IV, something random crossed my mind. I never answered my daily question for the day. It seemed like the most trivial thing to be focused on but it was front and center of my mind. I asked one of the nurses the time and she said it was eleven thirty. I knew I had to get to writing this blog post as soon as they were done sticking the IV. I was still in so much pain but I was determined to get it done. I was frustrated because I didn’t have my laptop with me. So I had to try and get it all done on my phone. They eventually got the IV and left the room. As I soon as I opened my phone trying to start my post with my hands shaking from the pain, my nurse walked back in.
She brought my medicine and I was so relieved. I put my phone down and put out my arm so she could administer the pain meds. Five minutes later I was feeling some relief in my legs and part of my back. I was happy that I wasn’t still sitting in pain for hours like I have on other occasions. Then I slowly dozed off and fell asleep. When I woke up an hour later, the pain was slowly coming back. I got really frustrated and uncomfortable. Not because the pain was kicking back, but because I realized one thing. I never finished writing my blog post. That was one of two times that I ever missed writing out my answer and posting one on social media. The other time was after throwing a surprise fiftieth birthday party for my mom that went late into the night. I hate doing these answers over and over every day. But other days I love it.
It doesn’t matter thought. We all do things we hate. It’s called sacrifice.