See, I haven’t always struggled with Restaholism. I used to be a pretty motivated workaholic. I would spend lots of hours in my office and other places that I go to work. I would bring work home and spend evenings working on it. I would attend meetings and rehearsals and gatherings and hang out (yes, that’s part of my job) with kids and members every night of the week.
And then it happened.
I was forced to take two solid weeks off of work because of surgery.
Around the second weekend, my husband looked at me and said, “I’m not sure I’ve ever seen you look so relaxed.”
Turns out resting is addictive. Turns out that I no longer am as motivated to work every waking hour. Turns out I like to take my day off. Or days off, actually, since they told me I’m supposed to have two of those every week.
Also turns out that I have a stack of work getting a little bit bigger each day as I don’t get it done because of all the time I’m spending resting.
Surely I can find a middle ground around here somewhere!