Yeah. This hit a LITTLE TOO CLOSE to home if you know what I mean.
I'm what one would call a workaholic...
I make it no secret that I love working until I'm beat up and exhausted, I admire (practically worship) people who do the same, and I really don't see a point where I could be like 'Ok, yeah I'm doing enough now'.
But this isn't something I'm only thinking about for the first time. I struggle with this a lot. What is 'Enough'? Why do I feel this insatiable need to DO? How can I balance driving towards something while also enjoying the present moment?
I feel like the more I do - the more I experience - the more I live.
And DOING does make me happy.
But it only last for a very short amount of time. Because almost immediately after I do one thing I'm already planning what I need to do next.
I have no answers for today. And I don't feel like this is something that's going to resolve itself shortly. This seems to be a reoccurring question in my life and I just wanted to address it here.
All I know is that this work ethic is deeply ingrained in me, and it's something that I'm genuinely proud of.
But I also don't want my habits to run me into the ground either. I don't want to self destruct because I think I'm doing something 'worth' doing....
So, for now, I'm just taking this in and seeing what comes next.
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