I’m the first to admit that I’m a workaholic. 12/16/18 hour days are no stranger to me, and to be honest it’s bad – the harder I work the more I think I’m doing, but this isn’t necessarily true. You only have to picture the lone worker in the stone quarry banging away with a rubber mallet to understand this. Somewhere in my past that was wired into my brain, but slowly I’m re-wiring it.
Being effective is far more important than working long hours.
And a part of being effective is taking the rest needed to re-charge worn batteries, motivation and relationships.
I spent this Easter weekend in Bath with my brother and my mum, and I had an absolutely wonderful time. So much so that I’m kicking myself for not doing it more often. I went away tired, stressed and a little burnt out, and I’ve come back rested, renewed and with more energy. I’ve not felt this relaxed about things in general for a while, and it’s all good. The highlights were seeing the Roman baths, hearty English breakfasts at the B’nB, watching two semi-naked acrobats in leapard skin thongs perform on the street, and getting to grips with the Nikon F70 (film SLR camera) I bought on eBay last year (and in the process taking some photo’s I’m really happy with).
In a lot of ways I’d forgotten how important these simple pleasures are, and now I’m determined to do that more often.
Anyways, I guess the take home is that unless I look after myself, I’m not going to make the long game, and it’s the long game that counts, doesn’t it?
What do you think?