I was talking to a friend few days ago and he was inquiring me about my whereabouts for the past year. All I could say was I am a recovering workaholic and you will from me more often. And yes, that is what I am. A recovering workaholic. It doesn't sound so bad now. But believe me, when you are fresh out of college and you turn into one, then you are doomed for life.
Since almost two years, I have been a workaholic. A person who gets high on work. But yes, I was happy. There was never a moment at office when I stayed against my wishes. I was one eager naive girl who was always inquisitive and working. Once in a while, I had strange conversations with my managers. Normally, the topic would be 'burn out'. They were concerned that I will burn out soon. I even had one meeting with my manager where he was telling that this was his first experience of trying to make someone understand that they needed to work a little less for their own good.
Now, when I think of it, I feel it was completely unnecessary. There are hundreds of things that are out there, waiting to be explored. New hobbies to take up, new eateries to hang out, new horizons to be explored. Yet, I was at office, spending all my time cooped up, in front of a computer. Thanks to some wonderful people I met, I have now realized the importance of trying out things other than work and yes, thanks to them, I am now a recovering workaholic :)
P.S.: I decided to take a break from fiction and write something light. This post is a part of The Write Tribe - Ultimate Blog Challenge - July 2014