A God Moment

I had what I’ll call a God moment at work. It was a moment that has been like no other since I’ve been within this particular work environment, and under recent circumstances, I am doubtful this moment will ever happen for me again.

Although I’ve encountered a great many people within this particular workplace, I’ve never had the type of encounter with a person that caused me to take a step back and survey a moment of absolute, exquisite peace.

There are many people I like on this job, and there are a few people with whom I mesh with in personality. When I have a chance to work with certain people with whom I mesh with, there is an ease of positivity and peace that helps my work day go smoothly.

Those are the days that I am at peace even in the midst of toxic chaos, and because this work environment is laden with toxicity in spurts, I must take those moment of peace whenever I can get them.

On the specific day of my God moment, I had the opportunity to work with a coworker who is just as enamored with justice and fairness as I am with these concepts. We, among others who are similar in personality, are usually those who do the brunt of the work on the job without question or fail, but we are also the ones who seem to carry the uneven weight of work over others.

This experience with unfairness and injustice in workloads causes great frustration, and a few times this coworker and I have shared a quick moment of conversation about our grievances in passing. Despite sometimes feeling disgruntled about our respective workloads, we try to remain positive by smiling and continuing to do our best.

During my God moment, I hadn’t realized it was my God moment until after the fact. This coworker and I worked collaboratively and were very successful in finishing our tasks on time without much assistance from others. It was during our time together that we had brief conversations about different topics of interest.

It was the first time in a quite a very long while that I was able to go on a tangent and discuss my special interests with another person without the person purposefully interrupting me and showing me signs of their disinterest.

Literally, it was the best workday ever. It was a day of extreme peace. Peace literally permeated the atmosphere. Although the corporation was having a major day of inventory, there seemed to be very little people in the way of noise around my coworker and me as we worked through our tasks.

On this day, I had also found out that a highly narcissistic coworker, with whom I found it very difficult to tolerate working around, was leaving the department. So it somewhat felt as if a “spell” had been broken over the department and workers were just free to do and be.

All in all, it was a great day, and I was more expressive than I normally am in this environment – even for me by my own standards. It wasn’t until I was at home and pondering over the day’s events that I realized that I’d had a God moment. It was an extraordinary revelation that I couldn’t get away from as tears instantly came to my eyes when I made the connection.

It was the kind of encounter that I hadn’t experienced in quite a while, and it was real. I am so accustomed to having been around narcissistic individuals that it struck me that this particular individual that I worked with on this day radiated such a strong presence of God that I felt overwhelmed with peace.

In fact, I hadn’t noticed the peacefulness for what it was while it was happening to me. It was a God moment because I was able to be unashamedly me. It was a God moment because I was allowed to be heard, and it didn’t matter to the person listening that I had obvious quirks or autistic traits that could possibly annoy them.

It was a God moment because I was able to work and not have to worry about discerning whether the person I was around was plotting something against me or working against me via the silent treatment or some other manipulative tactics to isolate me. It was a God moment because for once I didn’t have to worry about being accepted because I was already accepted by this person just for being me.

It was a God moment because I didn’t have to mask autistic traits, and I was free from the anxiety of being social. I could freely unchain my voice and speak and be heard. I was actually heard, and that was a great feeling … and that the person listening to me actually wanted to hear me. In fact, it was a wonderful feeling, and even though it wasn’t a long drawn out conversation, it was a moment that awakened something within me that I hadn’t felt in a long time.