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Confessions of a Workaholic

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Why I choose to work so hard

Everyone tells me I’m a workaholic, and I guess it’s true. There are a lot of reasons why I am this way, and I really don’t think it’s such a bad thing.

People have been getting on me for years about being a workaholic. I’ll admit that at one time I was all work and no play, but I never really thought it was a bad thing that I worked most of the time. I was told that I was going to drive myself into the grave if I kept it up. I’ve backed down a bit over the years and learned to take time for rest and play, but I’m still what a lot of people would call a workaholic, and I actually like it.

I know part of my workaholic attitude comes from years of psychological programming. When I was a kid I was a straight A student, I was in the Honor Society and the Talented And Gifted program, but I was always being told that I wasn’t smart enough, I wasn’t working hard enough and I’d never amount to anything if I didn’t put more effort in. This continued on into my adult life where I was always being told that no matter how hard I worked or how much I earned, I still wasn’t doing enough.

I’ve realized that they were full of shit for the most part. They were jealous of what I could do and how well I could do it, so they had to find some way to tear me down. (I was surrounded by some really sick people.) It took me a long time to really grasp the fact that I was doing more than most of the people giving me a hard time had ever even dreamed of, much less actually accomplished. They didn’t really have any right to say anything to me.

Even with my upbringing, I actually enjoy getting things done. There’s nothing quite like the feeling of setting about a task, and then completing it well. I used to strive to be better than others, but when I realized how destructive a habit that was, I only strove to do my personal best every time. I still try to up my game as time goes by, but my only competitor is myself, and that’s fine. I’ve always loved to do and create, and I really can’t imagine a life where I don’t have stuff to do all the time.

Some years ago life took a turn for the worst and money became a real issue. I sadly discovered that without a college education, I wasn’t going to get a job doing much but flipping burgers or punching a register for minimal pay. Of course, teenagers were getting all those jobs, so I was pretty much out of luck. So, I decided to start working from home. I went head-long into it, much to some people’s dismay.

It’s not that they didn’t want me to work, it was the fact that when I started out, I’d spend 14 hours a day or more working. I’d stop to use the restroom and eat, and every other moment was spent doing everything I could to get my business running and make money. Sometimes I would stay up all night several nights a week, because I just couldn’t leave a task undone. I was running myself into the ground and getting nothing out of it.

It was pretty depressing, doing all that work for nothing. Turns out that I was overworking myself and my quality and organization were suffering, and that’s why nothing was working right. I had my mind and my time scattered over dozens of endeavors and ideas, so no one thing was getting the care and attention that it really needed. When I learned to back down a bit, things started coming together better.

I’m still not at the point I want to be with my business, but I’m a lot happier with what I’m doing, and the profits are steadily rising. I’ve learned to set reasonable goals and meet them, I work a reasonable number of hours a day then go relax, and I take days off to unwind and regroup my thoughts. Now that I’ve found a balance between enjoying life and being a workaholic, things seem to be taking a definite upswing.

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