Drive

My boss entered the comfort room and laughed. She caught me with a towel on my head because I slept in the office floor the night before and took a shower on the fifth floor.  It was the last day of editing the show before it airs that day. 

Before she entered, I was having thoughts. I am 25 years old. And for the success-hungry 25 year-old generation, sleeping on the floor, on a dirty thin foam not decent enough to be called a mattress, is not exactly “success” material.

Plus, I should seriously be on the look-out for a serious relationship by now. The biological time-bomb ticks.  I should be elsewhere having a good time, enriching my social life, and not enclosed in a four-walled building with other workaholic zombies.  

But I think I am over that phase. I panicked early and am now more relaxed. I have been on the look-out since I was 13 and nothing. Nada. I am not exactly a head turner or the type that makes a guy say “Who’s that girl?” But I am proud to say that by accepting that fact, I lost all loneliness that came from being single as of this writing. It was replaced by something more, if not equally, consuming.  Drive.

Which drives me back to my sleeping-on-the-floor story; before my boss entered I was asking myself “Why was I in the office last night? What is this I’m doing with my life? I am not even required to do this.”  But then I told myself its okay, because today I will learn more, and that’s reward enough. It was positive thinking at its best that I even impressed myself.

I am so driven these days. And this is exactly why we need to let teenagers pick which major to take in college. So when they grow up, they sleep on the floor of their office. And they wake up happy.