Workaholism

I’m not sure if I’m a workaholic. Of course, I have a major caffeine addiction, so I guess me being addicted to work isn’t that far fetched.

Since I’ve stopped working at the restaurant and started completely embracing my inner designer, I’ve been working nonstop. I know it’s probably not very healthy, but I love it. I love designing and making clothes. It truly is my passion. The only problem is that, on average, I’ve been spending about 12 hours a day working (9 hours on days I have school). I get a lot done when I work that hard. Yes, I don’t get as much sleep as I probably should be getting because I still have other things to do, but I can’t help it.

The harder I work, the more I get done. The more I get done, the more money I make. I really don’t need to be working this hard since I’m making more than enough money to pay for rent, bills, and other necessities, so I‘m not exactly sure why I‘m working so hard. Does it really seem like I’m turning (or already am) a workaholic because I’m having trouble believing it.

I wonder if they have rehab for this or workaholics anonymous because I probably should join. Since I highly doubt there is, I’m going to have to find a way to not work because I don’t want to work myself to death. That is why, on my honor, I am finally (I know I’ve been saying this) going to set up the Wii after I’m finished writing this. I have to do it because all work and no play might make Tina a bit loony.