Maybe majoring in the Humanities does have a payoff.
That background has given me a way to frame the soul burnout I am experiencing after 14 snow storms this season. The framing comes from Victorian novelist Charles Dickens. In his world view survival was tenuous. Those who made it likely did so through the kindness of others. His message was: Be kind, that is, of the human species.
But that is not easy. I am surprised by my lack of compassion for those who seem to be suffering more than I have. For example, I cut off in conversation a man I had provided information about the right bus to take. He wanted to continue the conversation. I didn't. Bluntly I said, "I don't want to hear it." Of course, that was unkind and his body language indicated the blow.
Since my business is thriving, despite the storms, I should be generous in spirit. Yet, I am not. Every time I shovel out my car and break up the ice which holds it in-place I lose a bit of my humanity. Every time my canine companion Lee K. cruises the perimeters of the snow banks searching for a place to poop, can't and does his business on the living room rug, I feel a loss of control over my little piece of the universe. Every time I get on a long line to have the car washed and salt removed from the undercarriage and it snows again and again, my optimism of better times ahead takes a hit.
Will our spirit recover from this season of brutal weather? I don't know. What I do know is all of us who intend to keep working better be aware that we must maintain a social self. There is no other option but complete civility in business.