I’ve always been the type of person who wants to do everything that excites me because it brings me fulfillment and joy; but because of that, I often find myself in situations that I’m not truly excited about because I didn’t think hard enough before committing to them. Even though these instances burn me out, I keep finding myself repeating the same cycle of mistakes over and over again and it frustrates me that I still can’t crack the code of balance and contentment.

Becoming aware of my workaholic tendencies really took some time. I’ve always considered myself to be someone industrious and that it was a trait to be proud of; but one day two years ago when I came home from work, I immediately took a bath and headed to bed exhausted and just before I dozed of to sleep I heard my sister say “yeesh” as if she was scared of what she was seeing, did I realize that I needed to slow down. This blogpost was requested by one of my ko-fi donors and is something I’m excited to finally start writing about.

I didn’t find much value in this phrase when I was younger. Maybe it was because I was that much of a workaholic (my sister calls it “being extra”) that I thought the way that I lived back then was the balance because of all that I expected of myself. If I wasn’t doing schoolwork, I’d be  doing volunteer work, or taking freelance projects, or doing work for my part-time job. There wasn’t much room for anything else and I kept that momentum up until a year or two after I started working.

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