A few weeks ago I reached out for a Harvard Business Review’s book “On Managing Yourself”. You know, a type of a book you buy after a year in a great business school, when consuming tons of a high quality content on self development becomes a habit. The school is over, you don’t want to lose the habit (and an addicting feeling that life is full of great things, and most lie ahead), and so you get books which you never read, because life does not slow down after school. On the contrary: life, real life with a new job and its ambitions, new projects and their bills, new friends and the old loved ones, just begins. One of the senior executives in the company I work for calls that a constant quest for balancing act, and I kind of sympathize with this life view (hence the tag). Because now, once MBA is over, life’s setup becomes sort of fixed. And somehow self development goes on a shelf, right next to the book.
Nevertheless, I have reached out to this book. Why? I was feeling pretty much dead. I live in the city I was dreaming to live in since I first stepped on its streets ten years ago. In my personal life, I am happy to the extent that I don’t want to write about it not to jinx it. After my studies, I got a job exactly in the type of company I wanted to be – and in 1,5 years managed to get to do there exactly what I wanted to do. And yet, I was feeling pretty much dead.
So I reached out for the book.