During a meeting with a client, I was telling her about my Japan trip, and how I spent almost half the time cooped up in some café doing copy and planning strategies. And she told me, “You’re such a workaholic!”
And I’m like woaaahh whaattt??
That’s news to me because I’ve never considered myself one. But now that I think about it, I am sort of a workaholic, aren’t I?
Let’s see here…
Taking anything more than a one day break bores the shit out of me. I feel restless and uneasy when I’m not working my mind. I prefer to spend my vacations doing work rather than shopping or going sightseeing.
So I’m sort of a workaholic? Who would have guessed? The student who specialized in cutting classes and playing truant without getting caught… the fucked up employee who somehow held on to his job for almost 2 years despite putting in zero effort… is now a workaholic? Who could’ve seen that coming?
That said, I still don’t think I’m a workaholic in the strictest sense of the word, since it has a negative connotation to it. How can I be a workaholic, when what I do makes me feel good, relaxed and refreshed?
Oh well… doesn’t really matter. What’s important is that I love what I do, and others benefit massively from it.