I'll admit I was concerned when I saw this morning that you hadn't been on the Breakfast two for a second week. Glad (?) it is just a run of the mill illness.
I was raised with that same "die in the harness" work ethic. The two things people have said that helped me most fight that are as follows. First- "In an airplane emergency there is a reason people are told to put their own air masks on first. Its so they can be alive to help others. So put your own mask on first". Second- "At the end of it, the only people who will remember how much overtime you worked is your kids". Also, the hardest person to take advice from is yourself.
That phrase "die in the harness" is absolutely it. There's a particular brand of Victorian, northern working-class 'muscular Christianity' that can take generations to shake off. My grandma told me what it was like in the Lancashire cotton mills when she was 13 years old...there was no space for languishing in illness when you had to pick the linters out of the jaws of the power mill...
You're absolutely bang on, Emma. We have to factor in human frailty and illness in any work we do, and give ourselves time to recover. Guilt can get in the bin.
I'll admit I was concerned when I saw this morning that you hadn't been on the Breakfast two for a second week. Glad (?) it is just a run of the mill illness.
I was raised with that same "die in the harness" work ethic. The two things people have said that helped me most fight that are as follows. First- "In an airplane emergency there is a reason people are told to put their own air masks on first. Its so they can be alive to help others. So put your own mask on first". Second- "At the end of it, the only people who will remember how much overtime you worked is your kids". Also, the hardest person to take advice from is yourself.
Take care, glad you are coming out of it!
That phrase "die in the harness" is absolutely it. There's a particular brand of Victorian, northern working-class 'muscular Christianity' that can take generations to shake off. My grandma told me what it was like in the Lancashire cotton mills when she was 13 years old...there was no space for languishing in illness when you had to pick the linters out of the jaws of the power mill...
You're absolutely bang on, Emma. We have to factor in human frailty and illness in any work we do, and give ourselves time to recover. Guilt can get in the bin.
Damn straight!
Take care, Emma!
Losing your voice even if only for a few days can be devastating when it's what you do for a living and /or (creative) existence :(
Ah thank you! I'm sounding much better now! :)