Confessions of a work-a-holic
My name is Rebekah and I’m a work-a-holic.
If one more person tells me I work too hard or really need to learn how to relax, I may very well head-butt them.
You see, I usually work 6 days a week and even on the 7th, still check my blog, email and social media. When I am on holidays, I take the laptop and end up writing a blog or 7.
I don’t know how to take big slabs of time and turn them into anything other than writing. I am OK with that.
If you fall into this category of being accused of being a workaholic, here’s why you should be OK with it, too.
Creating is what we’re here for
In times gone by we had things like major pestilence, Genghis Khan or being munched on by critters to worry about. Our main focus was on creating other humans, and creating food, shelter, technology and a means of survival.
Nowadays we have less pressing things to worry about. Like whether or not it is indeed evil to include caramel in a latte, or whether someone remembered to tape ‘Breaking Bad’.
So we channel all that drive and desire to create a mark on the world into careers, side jobs, family and projects. We’ve still got drive and ambition to create amazing things, and we still want to leave our mark on the world somehow. Even if that mark is creating an identity through fashion or being the class clown, we’re still trying to build something.
Conversely, if we feel like we’re not leaving our mark or doing something worthwhile, our mental health will suffer along with our self worth.
Creating is what we like to do, and we should never be ashamed of it! Why should you? It’s part of who you are, after all!
I stop, my engine stalls
If Usain Bolt doesn’t train every day, does he have a harder time getting back into the swing of things?
I wonder this a lot because I find if I give myself a weekend off, I lose the next week to wobbly attention span and spacey brain syndrome. I only have one switch and it’s happiest ON. If I select OFF, that cold engine of mine needs a hell of a lot of tender loving care to come back to life.
Knowing this, I don’t turn it off. Instead, I scatter work tasks about the place, cover my walls in ideas, don’t follow the whole tracking paid hours versus unpaid hours or stop myself from “working”.
If I want to relax, I doodle out an idea, read an eBook, make notes from the latest shipment of books I’ve bought, clean out my Inbox, schedule my social media, read blog portals or something else semi work related.
Things become unstuck pretty quickly if I don’t have a routine. It makes me anxious and the joy turns to dread. So I do what makes me efficient and happy.
If other people don’t understand that, it’s not really my problem.
Work is one channel, others do multichannel
I write my keyboard thumping little fingers off every day. I read for leisure. Leaving the house without a notebook is simply out of the question. I am cracked out on the written word and to some that looks pretty bad because everything I do revolves around creating for my job.
Conversely, my partner has a 9 to 5 job he can do standing on his head with an iguana squirming in his pocket. He also teaches guitar, plays in 4 bands, has a black belt in karate, a green belt in judo, a white belt in jujitsu and has just started teaching kids martial arts classes.
He used to tell me I worked too much, until I pointed out he works the exact same hours, only he does it across job/music/sport and I write. The only problem he has now is envy – because I don’t have to drive all over town to fulfil my ambitions and he does. Ha!
Other friends juggle kids, startups, networking, sucking up to investors and family.
I look at it this way
Some of us split our goals and aims across a few different categories. Others focus in on only one or two things.
Isn’t it all just part of the same passion project called “life”?
I’m a work-a-holic who gets my kicks from being the biggest content creating marketing nerd that I can be. And I’m proud of it.
How about you? Can you say the same thing?