Get Busy Finding Rest
The more I work, the more I realize how much of it has become ingrained in who I am. I find it very difficult to unplug and even when I should be unplugging, I’m still thinking about work or worse, I find myself actually checking in with co-workers to make sure nothing has imploded due to my absence.
I never liked the term workaholic, though I think a lot of us find pleasure in defining ourselves that way. There is a sense of urgency, busyness, and importance that comes with the phrase, “I’m a workaholic.” Why is that? Why do we feel that our inability to unplug from work is a positive thing?
It’s as though it’s a scarlet letter we’re honored to wear. We walk around saying we’re too busy for people, but not too busy for more work? We pour our blood, sweat, and tears into something that will only last for a season, yet neglect the people who want to be a part of our lives.
It’s a sad state of affairs when we’re glued to our phone because of work and Pokemon Go, but can’t find time for face-to-face interaction with the people we claim to care about.
And as much as I enjoy feeling busy and productive, there’s nothing glamorous about being a workaholic.
It’s time we stopped glorifying our lack of balance and instead, supported each other in finding a healthy idea of what balance really means.