My Grandmother’s Strange Secret For Perfect Happiness
Unlike in the past, today, we all seem to have little time for anything. Whatever time we do have seem to be pre-assigned to something, as soon as it arrives. Trying to balance home and work responsibilities is quite a skill in itself.
I’m lucky. I really like my job. OK, I’d like if it would slow down every now an then. But then it wouldn’t be the same job. And maybe I’d get bored. I think behind it all, I’m fuelled by pressure.
I read somewhere that the secret to a stress-free life, no matter how busy a person is, is to make sure they surround themselves with a network of support. This does not just mean people who can assist you. But things that can make life easier too. My grandmother didn’t have many people to assist her. Her secret she said was her gadgets. One in particular was her knife block set. ‘A lifesaver’, she frequently said.
It’s like in my office. The chaos is managed and overall things are strangely efficient. The tools we all use there are themselves the height of efficiency. They do the job exactly as they are supposed to. Like the kitchen knife set back home, my office computer is as sharp as a Harvard graduate. It never gets tired. It never complains and it rarely gets sick. And I treat it like the treasure it is.
The same goes for my office chair. My desk is pretty ordinary. It’s big and, I have to admit, always a bit cluttered. I’m sitting there sometimes for hours and my chair is like my best friend. It seems to massage my back when I’m getting uptight. It welcomes me into its loving arms when I sit back after making an important and stressful sale on the phone.
And there my phone. Understands me better than any human. That’s a ‘fit for purpose’ little guy. It is voice activated – and it really works. It actually understands every name I call out. I’d be lost without it.
It’s the equivalent for me of my grandmother’s henckels knife set. Without it she would have found her life a lot less productive and probably a lot more stressful. On the very rare occasion that my laptop was being repaired or upgraded, I felt like a boxer with my hands tied behind my back. Powerless, vulnerable and half naked.
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