Urgent :- my Moose Ass it is!
Isn’t it amazing how everything is apparently mission-critical?
The deadlines.
The meetings about the deadlines.
The follow-up meetings to discuss why the first meeting didn’t solve the deadline.
The “quick call” that steals an hour and your will to live.
Everything is urgent.
Everything is high priority.
Everything needs to be done now or something “really bad” will happen.
According to the calendar.
Until you get sick!!
Then — and this is the funny part — the world does not end.
The meeting carries on without you.
The deadline quietly slides.
Someone else is assigned.
And the thing that was “non-negotiable” becomes… extremely negotiable.
Interesting.
Because when your body taps out, all that noise fades fast.
You don’t care about deliverables.
You don’t care about KPIs.
You don’t care about whether you were “responsive.”
You care about breathing properly.
You care about pain stopping.
You care about feeling human again.
And suddenly, there’s only one thing that matters.
Your health.
Here’s the part nobody says out loud:
If you die, the deadline doesn’t get extended.
It gets missed.
Not rescheduled.
Not escalated.
Missed.
And by Monday, the work continues — just without you.
Which isn’t cruel.
It’s just how systems work.
Your boss’s urgency does not outrank your nervous system.
Your body does not respond to “just push through.”
And no meeting has ever been worth burning yourself into the ground.
Health is the only asset you don’t get a replacement for.
Jobs? Replaceable.
Deadlines? Flexible.
Meetings? Shockingly optional, as it turns out.
So if you’re healthy right now — protect it like it matters.
If you’re struggling — slow down without guilt.
And if you’re one “quick meeting” away from snapping — maybe skip it.
Everything feels important.
Until you’re sick.
Then you remember what actually is.
— Moose 🦌
(Still unimpressed by “urgent” calendar invites)
