Many consider me to be a workaholic. For a year and a half I have survived and even thrived working at least 50 hours/week at my job; also managing a home; and striving to be a perfect wife and mother.
When does one say ‘enough is enough’? This last month I moved to a different town, suffered physical illness, and for the most part maintained my regular work schedule. I was stretched like a rubber band about to break.
Then I gave my 2-weeks notice. There was a certain amount of pressure to give more, more, more. I was already giving my all when I should really have been in bed taking cold medicine. But that is how I am… a workaholic.
Finally, I was asked to work my day off, and I decided–that was the moment: Enough is enough. I answered, “No.”
One can work themselves to exhaustion some of the time for a special occasion. But one cannot and definitely should not work themselves into an early grave all the time for everyday circumstances.
Yes, there is a time to work hard. There are causes worth fighting for, like faith, family, freedom, and country–but at times a workaholic has to look in the mirror and rehearse the hardest two letters in the alphabet; “No.”
The moral to my story? Decide for yourself when your health is worth sacrificing.
Will you practice with me? “No, no, no, no, no.”