OK, so the headline on the home page of CNN.com said, "Are you a workaholic?" Wow, I thought that was like so passe. But when I clicked on the link, the real headline came up: "Are you obsessed with your job?" A bit stronger, perhaps?
According to the article, one possible sign of workaholism is working 40 hours or more a week. Hmmmm, I thought 40 hours a week was part-time these days. I decided to read down the list of questions to self-assess whether or not I was addicted to my job. If I answered yes to 3 or more I was ready for Workaholics Anonymous (yes, such a program really does exist. I started to jot down my answers:
Do you take work to bed with you? On weekends? On vacations? I sailed through this one. I haven't taken work to bed since my husband got a massive paper cut on his forearm from the 35-page presentation deck I fell asleep reviewing. And I now limit sneak peaks at my blackberry to multitasking moments in the bathroom.
Have your family members or friends given up expecting you on time? I don't think anyone has ever expected me to be on time since birth, especially my family.
Do you believe it is ok to work long hours if you love what you're doing? Does parenting count?
Do you do things energetically and competitively including play? You're talking to someone who used to secretly race the offertory collectors at Sunday mass and try to guess who would reach the final pew first.
Alas, it wasn't long before I racked up a few yes'. I admit, it's not the first time I've been accused of being a workaholic. Although I'm not ready to join a 12-step program, I am continuously finding ways to balance my life. But I've also accepted that wanting to do it all is just the way I am. I've learned over the years that instead of trying to change that about me, I just make sure I'm focusing energy on the things that are most important in my life and doing it in the way that makes sense for me.
Which leads me to another idea for a blog posting. So excuse me. I've got to get back to work.