Get the Hell Out

Okay, I’ll ‘fess up.

I’m seriously guilty of this one.

I justify it by saying stuff like, ‘but I just love my work’, ‘who has time for breaks’, ‘I’m not a slacker’, ‘it’s not like work for me’

And truthfully, it’s bull.

(Hey, if the language is strong today…that’s the way I’m telling it!).

I reckon it started a long time ago. I truly love my work and it often feels like it’s not ‘real’ work – at least not the kind we grew up with.  You know, you put in the hours, you do what it takes to get the salary; you just make the best of it.

Well, it’s not like that for me.  Ever since I started my own business, I feel like I’m the luckiest person in the world because I get to do what I love, what I’m good at and get paid for it.  But here’s the thing, that’s a massive TRAP.

I’m not kidding.  And that’s why I say, it started a long time ago. You see, I don’t think I noticed when I started using it as an excuse, the ‘l love what I do’ thing.

Here’s what I mean.  I started working crazy hours, night and day and thinking, well, it’s just at the start, just while I get established.  But getting established can take years, (actually it does take years) and when is enough?  When does an entrepreneur ever say ‘ok, I can take it easy now?’  That’s right, NEVER.

So I found myself getting into the habit of working ALL the time.  And that’s not the worst of it.

I was working all the time, still loving what I do, but not even realizing that I was cutting down or out on some of the really important things in my life.  And I mean, REALLY important things.

Okay, so now it’s getting hard to admit…to confess.

I found myself using work as an excuse, that’s right, I love what I do.  But that means when other stuff gets tough, well, sorry I’ve gotta work, right?

When people called me out on my sh*t, well, I don’t have time for that, I’ve gotta work, right?

When my kids starting saying, mommy’s working ALL the time (even when I thought I wasn’t), well, I gotta’ grow my business, right?

Finally, I began to see (and it was not easy, it’s still not easy…) that when stuff got tough for me, I RAN AWAY to work.  I escaped there.  It felt okay there because I had a big reason to be cut off, I had to work, right?

I feel sick as I’m writing this.  Yep, I guess I still do this sometimes.

So, here’s the deal

Get the hell out.  I’m learning to do it.

Not because I don’t feel like I have the best job in the world.  Not because I don’t love what I do.  Not because I’m not a hardcore entrepreneurial spirit with HUGE passion to change the world.  Not because I’m not 100% sure it’s already happening.

But because I love my life, my kids, my sweet, gentle partner.  Because I value me and what I need to sustain and nurture me.

Can you relate to this?  Truthfully, I don’t think there’s a soul in the world that can’t.  So, go on, get the hell out.

Go for a walk, run, or cycle.  Smell the flowers, breathe in some fresh air.  Take a vacation.  Go for coffee with a good friend.  Eat a meal out for a change.  Go for a swim in the ocean, walk your dog.   Take a few days away. Watch a movie or three!

There’s no shortage of stuff to do, just get the hell out!

What’s stopping you?  Share it here.

Share on...