Math is not my Friend

How do you feel about math and numbers..? This has always been challenging to me. Even reading numbers or comprehending time-spans using a clock can cause errors or anxiety. Add to this my easy distractability, and my anxiety has been magnified at my part-time job in a policy-driven, fast-paced retail business where even minutes count as work time is recorded.

I was “written up” yet again by a manager for working 3 minutes past my shift. I wasn’t being over-zealous–I actually thought my shift ended at 2:30pm, not 2pm. I was so frustrated with myself and the way my brain read the numbers on the schedule. I’ve been chastised several times by management for similar faux-pas. (once I came to work and hour early by mistake, but they were glad that day because they needed extra staff.)

I felt like I wanted to just give-up, to find some sort of job that didn’t require such vigilant concentration and focus. I was weeping inside. I made a call to a success coach at my Jack Canfield Resource Line to just check in and found myself telling him about my embarassing inability to “tell time”.

I wondered (hoped) if he might suggest that I quit since the job wasn’t good for my happiness and spiritual well-being. Instead, he reminded me of my value as a person, reminded me of my reasons to have the job–it is not a career path, but a way to help with financial concerns; and then he helped talk me through some strategies that might help me be more successful in these challenging areas.

And, now I feel better and feel able to give it another go. I wanted to share this because there have been other times I have wanted to just quit something and had many reasons to do so; however, by staying the course and reaching deep into my creativity and patience I ultimately experienced a benefit to my skills and feelings of worth.

Best wishes with your personal challenges today.


About AndreaSings

Jazz singer. Mom. Designer. Non-cook who loves cheesecake and chocolate truffles. Avid Reader, Writer...Love speaking in public. Lives with husband and shiny black Great Dane. Missing my kids.
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