Working to Live or Live to Work?

How do you make a living? What kind of work do you do?
Do you like your work?

Do you sit behind a desk or answer the phone all day?
Are you on the road?
Own your own business? A farmer?
Work in a restaurant? Are you a writer, realtor or a librarian?

Whatever your job? What price do you pay for doing it?

In most instances I have felt deeply passionate about whatever job I have at the time.
I tend to pour myself into my work, challenging myself to be the best at what I do. Having been brought up with a strong work ethic it's the one place where my perfectionism really kicks in. I wouldn't have it any other way.

Does my work define who I am?
My boss certainly thinks so!

Well, not from my perspective. Long ago I learned taking the job home with me is both a relationship killer and a waste of both time and energy. It is quite simply a means to an end and a bonus of sorts if you enjoy your work. This of course doesn't necessarily apply to the those who own their business. Owning a business requires time management skills that persistently creep into your personal life.

The challenge is to maintain a balance. Those of us out there trying find that balance know this can be daunting. Single parents raising kids, getting kids ready for school, paying bills, shopping is not for the faint of heart. Something or someone is bound to pay a price.

I've read somewhere most people walk around feeling guilty about something in their lives. Usually, it's involves a loved one or a situation where they felt they should have done more. It's terrible to feel as if you've fallen short.

What toll does your job take on you and your family?

Speaking for myself it comes down to a robotic state of mind which takes a toll on my ability to emotionally connect will others.

Having a physically demanding job complete with time restraints requires me to flip a mental switch turning me into the energizer bunny and then turning it off at the end of my shift. Once home I'm slow to respond to incoming data including conversation. My ability to process stimulation from other sources begins to creep slowly back into my head finally registering anywhere from between 12 to 24 hours after my previous shift. I call this my recharge period if you will.

I have become dependent on my partner, sometimes selfishly. Change is demanding!
A few months ago while reading many great posts on steemit I began to have a different perspective on life.

I like to call it an awaking!

There are so many different stories out there that have persuaded me to engage more fully in my life again. I want to talk to people, to read more, and find out just what makes them tick.

The real question here is how has steemit helped you change your life? In what way?

I would really like some input here, no one likes to feel alone in their thinking.

Best wishes my friends. Happy Steeming! 🐓🐓

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