November 24, 2007
No More 12 Step Program for Me!
I had the opportunity last night to have dinner with my very good friend Jon, from over at We Swear. Jon and I have been friends, well, since I was adopted by the Blog Fadder all those years ago. He even spent some time down at the Grand House in Orlando. He's been there through some fairly rough time.
We had a great dinner and even BETTER conversation. The man is flippin' brilliant and it's just so easy to talk with him.
Anyway - one of the things he brought up was that he was worried I'm working too hard. And I finally admitted it. Something that I've only said to myself, and that with not just a small amount of guilt.
I'm not. I'm not working too hard.
I'm home most days. Yes, I'm on the phone or running reports. But it's not like when I did this before. Up and gone by 6:00am. Returning sometime around 9 or 10pm. I'm not so far behind on reports and reporting that I just stay up all night. I don't get sick to my stomach when I see my boss is calling. In fact - I call him more than he calls me.
Now, my business is growing, and I'm expanding my customer base. Everyone is pleased with my performance. So.....what's the difference?
I think it's me. I'm not "on edge". I know I can do this. I'm comfortable with my goals. I'm not obsessed with proving myself.
Now, getting up this morning to double check my calendar might not seem all that "lacksadaisy-ish" but that's just my anal-retentiveness rearing it's insomniac head. Plus I'm glad I did. I just realized I'm working out of the house Monday, when I thought I had to be in Chicago.
It's just weird. To have this thing called "free time". To be able to get everything done, and still go out and grab lunch. To have time to go and visit friends. To turn off the cell phone and not miss any calls. It's a first for me.
I took a four day weekend. For myself. And I don't feel guilty.
Holy Crap! I think I've finally worked through that whole workaholic issue of mine.
This......is a very good thing. I just wish I'd have admitted it to myself before now. Just look at all the time I've wasted.
Posted by Tammi at November 24, 2007 06:59 AM | TrackBackBecause you know you're doing a good job. :D
You know... Arthur's kids grew up believing that their Dad was a workaholic. Mom told them and everyone else that, so even his sisters got the idea.
Twenty plus years later, he's FINALLY made them understand that
1) You needed to eat, so I had to work. It's pretty simple.
2) I needed to do a good job at whatever I did.
Some jobs take more time than others, but I know you give whatever job you have all you've got, and your bosses know it too. Doesn't mean you can't take the weekend off. I'm glad you are taking care of yourself and doing just that! :D