I was a straight up workaholic and a crappy delegator. I was proud of how much I worked and how little I slept. I was addicted to the stress of getting it done and pulling off the impossible, until I started questioning the greater value of all of my hard work and sacrifice.
At the very core of it is the fear of loss, the fear that just when you open your heart to loving this person completely, something tragic will occur that will take him away.
We may have waged a war on drugs but we havent even begun to dismantle the rampant addiction to love that seeps into every crack of mainstream culture.