July 8, 2021
I would never consider myself a workaholic. I’ve got plenty of vices but work is not one of them. As a recovering control freak, I do understand the need to be constantly engaged.
When your life’s work or vocation is firmly planted in the creative sphere you are always on. It’s very different from being a workaholic. Workaholics can not stop working. Creatives often struggle to get started. Creative work happens in fits and bursts. When the muse has left the building, I can jog in place for a while but it quickly ends. I try to work at my craft in some fashion everyday. The muscles need to be trained. On some days, the work is easy. Some other days, it is painful and mostly unproductive. I love my profession. As a creative, I am able to shift when the work happens. A day is a success if the work happened. There is a good deal of flexibility pertaining to the when it happened.
The problem is that there are no days off. I don’t really think this is a problem. It’s Mrs. Brother Jack. This is her problem. She believes we should go places and do things and I’m not supposed to work at all. She expects that we can have some entire days that don’t include me working at my craft. What am I supposed to do, not work?
Hello, I’m Brother Jack and I’m a workaholic.