How to survive the Zombie Apocalypse (or How to return to a passionless job without wanting to poke your eyes out)
After two exciting weeks of holiday time overseas, & visiting my family in Adelaide, on Sunday evening the fear of returning to my corporate job felt as severe as if I was one of the few humans left on earth, & I had to enter the Zombie-land to find food & save my loved ones from starvation.
Battling my intense fear of being sucked into the void of work-dominated mindset, I got on a bus headed for North Sydney in the early hours of Monday morning, sick to my stomach with feelings of dread.
I was armed with an arsenal of weapons that I hoped would help me survive an attack - My tablet for the ability to quickly write my final letter of farewell if I received a fatal bite. My smart phone with messaging to keep me in touch with the outside world & call for help. My headphones to play music up loud & block out the sounds of people dying & having the flesh torn from their backs all around me.
The depths of numbness.
I really don't enjoy my soul-sucking job, but I really like the people I work with. Unfortunately, the people I work with are predominantly zombies & want me to blindly join them in a life of climbing mountains of bodies, on the way to the top.
The top isn't where I want to go, in fact, I can barely exist in Zombie-land, the air is so thin & filled with the stench of lives rotting away in pointless corporate processes, & dreams crushed by fear of change. The energy of workplace gossip & procrastination is punctuated by the sound of the watch on my wrist; tick, tick, ticking my days away.
After 3 days of violent battles of the mind & life threatening encounters with the leaders of the undead, I found myself sinking into the depths of numbness -
I have nowhere to go, this is my existence, I cannot resist it...
The thin thread of connection I had left to the life I really want is attached only to my smart phone - the vessel through which each person in the bus queue every morning & every evening stare, as if looking for the answer, yet using it as a means to block out the pain of disconnection to the 'real' world.
Whilst the real world goes on around us.
Joining the Zombie Parade.
It took only 4 full days for my undead-ness to be complete & by Thursday night, as I went to bed with a brain so blinded by late night work emails & 2 hours of zombie killing computer games, my numb yet insatiable desire for escape had my mind ticking around in circles like the undead wandering aimlessly in pursuit of human brains to suck from the skull of another poor victim.
In my insomnia, I realised I was spiralling into the depths of the Apocalypse & that I must fight if I was going to save myself.
I had numbed my feelings of desperation & in doing so had allowed myself to join in the zombie parade.
In blocking out my intense desire to escape the corporate world - I no longer fight, I no longer take the risks I need to take, & I go against all my natural instincts to be free.
Giving up the Battle.
The next morning on a flight to Melbourne for meetings I cared absolutely nothing about, I took advantage of the break in office routine, & meditated on MY meaning of work & life. In conversation with my colleague about her soon to arrive baby, I spoke, not of my discontent for my job, but of the life I really want, the purpose I feel, & the passions that fire me up.
I felt the desire to focus on escape plans, not on the blinding & disheartening battle that each day I tried to fight at work.
To find the way OUT - & not the way UP the ladder I didn't even want to climb.
To ignite the spark, that keeps the fire burning to hold the zombies at bay while I work on what really matters in my life.
Allowing my revived energy of authenticity to take over, & not pretending that I was filling some job description, I felt my aliveness come back - the tingling in my toes was not just from air-pressure, but from escaping the hold of Zombie-land.
By expressing my beliefs on how to find fulfillment & passion in life, I renewed my 'living' spirit.
The Escape Plan - light the way forward.
As Sunday evening approached again, I felt the knots tighten in my stomach - but this week, things are different.
I've focused on & developed my escape plan - I've discovered how to maximise my time in Zombie-land building the skills I need to get me closer to freedom - I've started the fire in my soul that will light the way out.
Although the zombies will continue to attack from all sides, as long as we light the way forward, follow a plan, & recruit an army along the way - together we will survive the Zombie Apocalypse & the future will be alive with adventure & excitement.
ACTION POINT: Begin to establish your Escape Plan:
Where in life are you turning zombie, and numbing the pain or fear of your desire for change? What is the spark that needs lighting to help you through your battle toward freedom? Join us on FaceBook to discuss!
I want to send out a big hug and kiss to my beautiful nephews - Happy Birthday!! Thank you Josh for showing me that smart phones were made for video calling - and real connection with a big smile to back up the sound of a voice! Thank you Sam for showing me that bravery comes in all forms, and that attempting even the small water-slide can be the most fun and exciting thing in the world! I love you both so much.