In my work as a research psychologist currently studying women in the workplace, I hear women describe this sort of near-obsessive commitment to work with increasing frequency. For many, it's how they develop feelings of self worth. This can be both empowering and dangerous.
How could it ever be right to tell anyone, that you don't owe your success to sheer grind, but actually quite the opposite? I say it could. The long hours you spend in the office won't automatically lead to that shiny success dream you always had.
Refuse to put your mental, emotional and physical health last from here on out. After all, how can you be completely happy in any area of your life when you're not feeling robust, healthy and fully alive?
We live in a one-size-fits-all educational culture that evaluates the worth of students through their test scores, GPAs, and college acceptance letters. It is this dominant narrative, and the system it supports, that needs to change.
Often, our best attempts at increasing our wellness don't come from putting large amounts of time or effort into our self-care. Rather, they come from approaching our efforts with a sense of balance and an acceptance for what's possible and what's not possible within the realities of our busy life.
I argue that delegation is best because it allows the servicemen to do what they are good at so one can focus on what they themselves are good at. But are we really doing what we are good at, or are we just spending more time distracting ourselves with less-important tasks?
It's worth considering how we can optimize our self-care efforts. Take some time to reflect on how much time feels like enough time and what mix of activities feels like it best meets the range of your needs.
I wish we could start a cultural movement to reclaim the power of the break. For starters, it might help to recognize that by definition, a break is supposed to happen between things, just as a page break is inserted right within a book's content.
My life may seem glamorous with its endless routine of carpools, play dates, and half-asleep coffee breaks at the neighborhood latte joint, but to be able to maintain an outward appearance of order I have developed a few shortcuts.
In olden times, when tweeters were birds and "facebook" was a printed college directory, the "how are you?" greeting was typically met with "fine." (A non-narcissist might have added, "You?") Now, we're "busy."