I have what I like to call “a strong work ethic”. Okay, that may be a bit of an understatement. I am a Workaholic.
Hmmmmm ….. deep breath for a moment of truth …. it may be time to change.
Last month, I said goodbye to a very treasured friend. And as is often the case when a Signicant Life Event comes and goes, I find myself pondering a few rather important issues in the wake of her passing. I’m not a woman who takes life lightly. My friendships are precious to me and my passions run deep, as do my ponderings. I have survived my own battles, crawled my way out of the valley and back to the land of the living, and I live each day immensely and intensely grateful for the gift of my life and my mobility. But in the words of Michelangelo, “I am still learning …”
I am learning that I have been asking Myself to work at a level that I’d never expect from anyone else. I am learning that I do, in fact, have limitations that I can’t overcome through shear will or enormous creativity. I am learning that More is never Enough. I am learning that yes, it is possible, to DO TOO MUCH. I am learning that maybe, instead of being a Workaholic, I am a Do-Aholic. I am learning that I can’t do it all all at once. Hmmmmmm ….. it may be time to change.
A paradigm shift of this magnitude is going to take some concerted doing on my part (yikes, there’s the “do” word again!). But here’s the great beauty of life that I’m so thankful for – Every Day is a Do-Over. I can start fresh every morning and try again. Or in this case, try less.
So today, I begin Project Less. I’m taking baby steps here ’cause these are uncharted waters for me; but since my internal compass is clearly in need of adjustment, I’m hoping my friends and family will LOVINGLY help me stay on course. Because I’m also learning something else … that sometimes in life (as with lipstick and blue eye shadow), less is more.
Thank you, Glenna, for reminding me of what is important in life and what isn’t. I miss you.