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Reminder: it& #39;s fine to NOT be a raging workaholic. I reject a religious, unquestioning devotion to work for its own sake, especially at the expense of sanity. - Signed, a recovering workaholic.
I used to applaud myself for rarely taking a day off, having a precariously packed schedule, constantly obsessing over what more could be done. Numerous times it bit me, hard. Burn out is real. Sometimes it arrives suddenly & is all-encompassing. Other times, it creeps up slowly.
With the advent of Covid and the rush to reinvent ourselves, I& #39;ve been witnessing a collective feeling of pressure to always be doing more, more, more, and existing on increasing numbers of platforms, potentially without taking the time to consider what our individual goals are.
The lines also get blurred when our waged work overlaps with our innate passions. It& #39;s easy to justify never taking time off because its "what we love." That, too, can be a trap.
I& #39;ve been reflecting a lot on the potential toxicity of the unflinching devotion to "hustle/work" culture in SW. Feeling sad when I see my peers getting bogged down in not feeling like they are "enough" because they aren& #39;t doing X,Y, or Z.
The shift to moving our work to the digital sphere en-masse, social media especially, has only accelerated the playing of the comparison game, productivity worship, & the race to the bottom, IMO. I find power and freedom in rejecting these values.
Work as much as you want/need. But I& #39;m not defining my fellow human beings based on their "output." Some of the most "productive" times of my life weren& #39;t necessarily the happiest ones.
Personally, I feel the work I do is meant to serve my entire being in and outside of work. I want my work to serve ME, and not the other way around. It& #39;s a subtle but crucial distinction.
