i am not a workaholic. atleast i dont think so. i enjoy a stretch of uselessness as much as the next person. but sometimes work and i have a rolling down the hill relationship. i WANT to stop but i cant because the momentum that has built up is too addictive, too out of my control and it seems simply too overwhelming to pull the brakes.
i know its time i should stop working to find some time out for myself and recap but work keeps coming and i keep saying sure i can do it. i can. and i love it. but still, theres a time to stop.
is it because we set fake limits for ourselves to fool us and we actually know we can manage even more? that the invisible cut off line extends more than we let the world see? or is it that work (when going well) becomes our lifeline, something that gives you a consistent pat on the back and reassurance that you are worth something…that you know something and that feel-goodness is irreplaceable?