I have been a workaholic for as long as I can remember. I thought I thrived on being busy, it made me feel I was being more productive.
Recently I've been reflecting on my life and asked my mum what I wanted to be when I grew up. "You didn't care, as long as you were in charge". Nice... a workaholic in the making then!
I've rushed headlong through life stealth bombing yoga classes and meditation along the way convincing myself that it balances me. A bit of Ying to my Yang. Yeah right!
But I turned 40 last November and really spent some time reflecting and realised that I've let opportunities slip me by because I was too busy (sometimes to even notice).
In 2010 I made a conscious decision to slow down and gave up working a job (that I loved but nearly killed me) to set up my own business (with a 4 day a week contract. Ok, so I gave myself 1 day off!).
In the last 12 months I have cut my working days from 4 days to 2, become a Life Coach and a Reiki Practitioner. I spent December and January 2012 in hibernation reading Seneca, 'On the Shortness of Life' and started to emerge in February as a happier (but currently more frugal) self.
I've met some wonderful people since I've stopped being a worker bee and been open and receptive to new and exciting opportunities, ones that will allow me to express myself creatively.
And so from now on, as much as I can...
“Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away”.