Hello, everyone. My name is Lindsey, and I’m a workaholic.
I’ve had a wake up call in the past year, and I’ve come to realize I work too much. I was nearly hospitalized over a minor illness, something comparable to a sinus infection, simply because I would not take time off work to go to the doctor.
I’m trying to say no more often to work, because I’ve also come to realize just how quickly my employer will post my job for hire should I drop dead today and just how long my family will grieve.
I took a trip with my mother to Las Vegas, because it is more and more difficult to spend time with her. New experiences are also fun. I was surprised at how stressful the prospect of taking four consecutive days off work were for me, though. I need to do this more often.
It was only upon arrival I started to ease up and realize…I’m not actually doing anything wrong. I’ve worked nearly two years at the pace of seven days a week. I don’t do that out of necessity. I do that, because my work has found I possess a certain skillset and a certain set of traits.
- I enjoy working and being productive.
- I’m dependable.
- I’m passionate about my work, because it allows me to help people in need.
- My work allows me to exercise creative liberty, which IS a necessity for me.
- I’m loyal to a fault.
- I’m kind of a control freak. Sorry, not sorry.
I’m so thankful for this mini vacation, because I have slowly let go of control. I have relaxed a little, and it has been so nice to belong to me even if it is only for a few days. Meanwhile I’ve been moonlighting as a stage hand for music videos. It’s harder than it looks, but I’m trying my best.