Someone on my Twitter feed shared this quote recently and it smacked me right between the eyes…
Perhaps part in thanks to be semi-German DNA and no doubt exacerbated by my worrisome decision a decade ago to become a teacher, productivity has become as essential to me as breathing. And if I’m not productive; if I dare to take a break or god forbid…. a day off? Well that’s when the guilt sets in.
I do enjoy work and I enjoy being productive, but I have at least worked out that workaholicism isn’t something to be glorified. And working yourself into the ground is in fact counter-productive.
So I’m fighting all of my natural instincts, with this quote in mind. If I get through a load of work, that’s great. But it doesn’t mean anything about me if I don’t.
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