Me? A workaholic? Mmmm. I had to think about this one, long and hard. Was I simply an overachiever who liked money? Did I have drive that couldn’t be tamed in 40 hours a week? Was idle time the devil’s playground? Um. No.
The answer, I am a workaholic. My brain is addicted to the adrenaline rush of productivity. While it sounds like every employer’s dream, I assure you, it’s not.
Walking around stressed out and burnt out inhibits your ability to be creative, react to stress appropriately and takes a toll on your body. And, well, that was me.
I mean, that’s the first step to recovery, right, admitting you have a problem. I fit the classic symptoms of workaholic-ism to a T. If you are unfamiliar with them, they are:
- Working outside the office
- Inability to relax
- Never fully disconnecting
- Refusal to delegate tasks
- Constantly talking about work
For years I’ve worked 40 hours at my day job and 20 or more at my own company, Market or Die Author Services, add to that being a wife and a mother. Mixing all of those jobs together, I work about 80 hours a week and I’m “on” 24/7.
AND I AM CONSTANTLY EXHAUSTED!
I knew I hit rock bottom when I’d rather work than schedule my 6-year-olds birthday party. Even if it was at Chuck E Cheese and scheduled with the click of a mouse, I was too busy. Problem. Acknowledged.
So, I’m happy to report to you that I’ve made some changes. I’m passing along these changes in case any of you want to join me sometime.
- I’ve scheduled a once-a-month “me” day. Maybe it’s a haircut, going for botox, a pedicure or massage. I’ve vowed to spend one day a month totally on me. And, I promise I’ll leave the cell phone at home.
- I listen to my dog. Most of you have seen my spoiled Portugese Water Dog “Grissom” on Facebook. He’s a nut. And, spoiled rotten. So much so that he barks at me every night at 9pm until I shut down my PC and sit with him on the sofa. He doesn’t allow me to bring the PC to the sofa or he will paw the keyboard until I put it away. Call him spoiled or genius…I don’t care.
- Drink if it helps. There’s always room in the day for a single glass of red wine. It has heart benefits, too.
- Diet. By the time you read this post, I’ll have already started. Damn. There goes that glass of wine.
- Schedule time with friends. Self-explanatory. I miss you guys.
- Find someplace, anyplace, where your cell phone doesn’t work. And go there. My cell phone doesn’t work at the pool where my son takes his every Saturday swimming lesson. So, I make sure I take him and fully engage in his lesson without the temptation of scrolling through emails.
- Taking a day off. For a few weeks, I haven’t worked on Sunday. And I won’t, not anymore. Even God rested.
So, what are your addictions? It doesn’t have to be as damaging as mine to be shared. Go ahead, spill. Chocolate? Reality TV, Booze or Gambling? Come on….Inquiring minds want to know.