WORKAHOLICS

By johanne James

Hello my dear friends and welcome to another topic. By the way, I do hope you’ve all had a good week. Then let me begin. Workaholics. I’ve known few in my time and the most used phrase was “I have so much to do”. To which my answer always was “It’s your choice, my friend”.

I wonder how many die at an early age and whilst taking a break. Statistics show that a number fall off the perch, so to speak, laying on a beach, soaking up the sun. I suppose when you rely on adrenaline to get you through the day, and most of the night, well, it does tend to catch up with you! All work and no play makes you as dead as a dodo! In truth these people can be the highest over achievers in the known universe and break barriers that we don’t know exist! It is those of us that go too far that find out how far we can go. What is the limit of human expectation? One politician confessed that he only got 4 hours sleep a night. Sounds like me! He died some years ago. Surprise!

You know, it’s good to be lazy sometimes and not feel guilty. The pendulum swings both ways as there is a time to be busy and one to be, let’s say, relaxed. We all have the right to be either, but best not to abuse the privilege. Lol!
I do enjoy both, for I have bouts of extreme activity and bouts of sitting on a sofa for so long, I have to be peeled from it! I’ve not yet suffered bedsores so I do have that in my favour, that’s something I don’t relish the thought of.

How much can one endure? I have a very low tolerance to work, so I do as little as possible. But in contrast, as I have mentioned, I can be busier than a swarm of bees in a honey factory, especially whilst making pallet furniture. I’ll work all day and night if I could, but that would upset the neighbours, and we can’t have that, can we? I’ll beaver away for hours without taking a break to eat or drink whilst saying to myself “Just another 30 minutes”. Those minutes turn to hours and before long, it’s getting dark. Time to pack up, see what progress I’ve made and make plans for the next day’s work. So I guess I have inherited the workaholic gene, but from whom? More than likely a distant ancestor, but I have also inherited the lazy gene, or did I cultivate that myself? I think the second answer is more than likely to be correct.

But whatever you do, know your limits and try not to surpass them, well, not at this juncture, not unless you want to join the ranks of those who have made their home in the local cemetery. In which case my next and final question is, what flowers do you like? Don’t work too hard!

Thanks for listening.

Johanne James