A workaholic is a defined as
someone who has a compulsive and unrelenting need to work
I have to confess that I have been a workaholic since I was 13. About 18 months ago, I fell off the wagon. I thought I could manage my addiction, thought that I could set boundaries and stay within them.
I also thought that I understood what was at the root of this compulsion to see so much of my self-worth in how much money I make and how much I can achieve within a professional setting. I thought I understood the damage this does to those I love, to myself and to the fabric of the relationships I am part of.
This is I know (again): I am Bob - and I am a workholic.
Mine is a relentless scar, one that that I have tended for so long I can not even imagine what life looks like without it. It is a steady climb, always up - I am sad to say too often over.
I have hiked the mountain range of sugar cubes - short bursts of esteem and self-definition that never satisfy my hunger, never satiate my need. There is no peak to my compulsion, though there are deep valleys. For me, there is only the climb.
I am Bob - and I am a workholic. Today, as best as I can, I'll stay transparent with those I love, stay grounded in being a beloved creature of God, stay connected in the communities I am blessed to be weaved into.