There’s always more work…

Today I was listening to a Rascal Flatts song where the chorus goes, “why wait another minute for something we should have done yesterday?” Technically, it’s a song about getting married, but it jogged around some thoughts in my head that have been stirred up recently.

You see my name is Tabz, and I’m a workaholic.

I come by it naturally even..

But I’ve been thinking a lot about the moments in your life that aren’t work.

An author I know, Patrick Rothfuss, is a lovely man far as I can tell. He writes fantasy books that people adore and he has a rabid fan base (which is great, because that means he can write for a living). He’s on the precipice of finishing his three-book, much loved trilogy and, as you can probably imagine, the fans are eagerly waiting for that final book. Most of the time, that’s great. 99% of his fans are lovely, patiently impatient people. But there are times, when he posts about doing something other than writing, when someone has to pipe up and say something like, “stop having Starbucks and finish the book.”

As a fan, I understand waiting. Waiting is terrible. Ask anyone who loves Sherlock or who experienced the angst of that’s it for another year? I know there’s other book lovers who have had to wait 10 years or more for their next book. It’s not really fun.

But, here’s the secret, there’s always more work.

At one point in my childhood, my dad told us that he wanted to spend more time with us. I’m vague on the details. I know he realized that same truth that I just wrote, there’s always more work. After that we had a weekly family day, my dad sat down and read to us more before bed, he took time out to play with us– in short, he showed up more. Not to say he wasn’t around before that. His office was across the street at the time, kind of hard to get away totally. My dad has always been a great dad. I think that was just a moment when he proved how great he was.

To this day, it effects me. This simple decision to turn one day into family day. I have so many great memories of those times. We never were very rich, but my parents made time for us to have fun and be kids. We played board games, we went to museums, we played mini-golf, we went to the movies, and had fun.

Taking time out of the day to do something meaningless or meaningful that isn’t work? That’s important.

So I’m making sure to unwind at the end of each day. Play a bit with Jack the kitten before bed. Not stress so much.  It’s nothing life altering, mind you. I still work a lot, but I’m giving myself permission to enjoy life a bit more.

So, take time out and do something with someone you love. Give some slack to someone who is taking time out to enjoy a Starbucks frappe or playing with their kid. Life goes by way too fast to spend all of it working.

 

 

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One Comment

  1. Posted June 5, 2014 at 4:19 am | Permalink

    My wife claims I don’t know how to relax … but I haven’t gotten around to figuring out if she’s right.

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