“All work and no play makes Kaye a dull girl.”
My friends and family would tease me of how workaholic I was just a few months ago, and that was true. I used to be so involved with my work that I do it from the moment I wake up until I lay my eyes to rest. My second love in life is writing, and I don’t even consider it as work. I mean, it’s a part of me. It’s me. Writing is innate in me and like I said, it used to consume my whole world.
I said second love because my first love, right now, is myself. If you asked me this question months or years ago, I would say, my first love was writing. But now, it’s not anymore. Yes, it is still my beloved; not just my top priority since my main concern now is myself. My life used to consist of 16-hour work days. It was all just work, work, and work! I can’t do that to myself anymore. Since I attended that work-life balance seminar, I realized that life is too short to be working most hours of the day and not “living” my life.
One of the reasons why I changed is because of my love life. Well, it is non-existent at this time, and that’s all my fault. My boyfriend, Sean, left me for another woman and I can’t blame him. He was so patient with me for the past four years, and all I did was chat about how my online blogs and articles were making me happy. I didn’t think about his happiness, or how I could be a better partner for him. One day, he just up and left; a note by my dresser was addressed to me and his suitcases gone.
I guess I didn’t love Sean as much as I needed to – like I said, I only enjoyed my writing. Maybe I didn’t love myself enough to give romantic relationships a chance. I just thought about work, writing and I didn’t even care enough to have a relaxing time with him or myself. Come to think of it; I am trying to remember the last time we went out. I think it was our anniversary and that was ten months ago. Poor Sean! He was eating TV dinner and take out since I didn’t bother to go out with him or fix him real food.
This brings me to a realization – I have suffered so much because of my love for work. I am not blaming my passion for writing; I am blaming myself for not managing my time well. There should always be a time for work (no matter how much I love doing it and I can do it endless hours in a day) and a time for other things like myself, my significant other (if ever I get the chance to mingle once again – God, help me!), my friends and family, and more. I have to live my life and apply the work-life balance system. It’s essential for me to relax and enjoy, apart from writing. Life is not all about writing or work; I get it now. And I will do everything I can to practice that.