For as long as I have been an adult, which I consider age 21, I have carefully nurtured an addiction to work.
It all started my final semester of college, when I decided to juggle an internship/job in social work, a full load of units, and a part-time job. I had a freshly minted, severely broken heart, and I thought it would be more productive to work than cry, or pretending to enjoy socializing with people I didn’t really care that much for. Ever since then, I have either had 2-3 jobs, had one job and night classes, or worked a job that required lots of overtime.
Really, most of that was me spinning wheels.
Work can be a very great friend, and I have come a long way in my career thanks to it, but there comes a point when you have to think about why you are slaving your days away. Occasionally, it’s worth an honest assessment.
I just found this paper I wrote on last summer when I was cleaning a few days ago. It is something I wrote down to de-stress over summer when I decided I was no longer happy in my previous position. At any rate, I thought it would be appropriate to share:
(+ two pictures I drew on the back)
What happened after I wrote this down is this:
I started actively looking for a new job. I prayed for help.
Within 24 hours of posting my resume, I was called for an interview for the job I am currently working for way more $$, more prestige, way fewer hours and a lot of flexibility.
I took the job, gratefully (and I love it).
After a few months, I started getting bored with the extra time on my hands…and went and got a part-time job….and then a few weeks later, another one.
a.k.a. more spinning wheels
Last week, happily, I recognized my problem and narrowed it back down to one + the blog + wifehood.
Like my beautiful drawings demonstrate, there is always an alternate route – it is usually just a matter of choosing it.
Like I said, I’m recovering.