It was a shocking moment when I came to the realization that I am a workaholic. In past years, I would have never classed myself as a workaholic, simply because I really wasn’t one. Yes, I did my work, but there was an easy and large separation between work and the rest of my life. Now, that separation seems to have vanished into thin air. My work is my work, and my play is my work, and my social life is my work, and my down time is my work… Now most people would say this isn’t healthy, but is it really that bad if I’m enjoying myself, and am doing about 90% with genuine happiness?

I enjoy my school work because it it’s helping me to get a job int he career field I want, and most of it is either fun, or really interesting. I enjoy my job in retail because it allows me to make money that pays for things that are incorporated into my other areas of work. I love my blog work because it is truly one of the things in my life that I am most passionate about. I enjoy the work I do for my college’s fashion magazine as a beauty write because it allows me to strengthen my skills as well as produce on another platform. I enjoy spending time reading through the content that the rest of the blogging community creates because it helps me build relationships with other bloggers. All of these things require work, as well as time, and quite a lot of it, but I really have no qualms about that.

There is a problem that I have found with being a workaholic. It doesn’t bother me too much, but sometimes I can just feel a little whisper that it’s wrong, and I need to work on it.

I don’t know how to switch off.

If I’m not doing work, I’m thinking about it. It constantly occupies some part of my person, refusing to be put away, silenced. It nags, “there is too much to do” and “use your time productively”. I find it hard to tell that little voice no because what it’s saying is completely valid but sometimes, I just really want to tell it to F off.

Of course, on the rare occasion that I do tell the voice to shut its trap, I feel guilty afterwards. The reason there is so much work for me to do is because the career I want is very much self starting, and then on top of that, blogging is the definition of self starting. But it’s like I said before, I don’t mind the hard work, just sometimes it would be nice to take a breather.

How do you switch off?


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