Confessions of a Workaholic
First
there was the Wall Street Journal article about how “4 a.m. is the most
productive hour.” Then there was the
response from the Washington Post: “If you're having to get up at 4 a.m.
to avoid distractions in your day, there's probably something wrong with how
we're working.”
You can guess that I resonated more with the Wall Street
Journal article, although I respect where the Washington Post is coming
from. Many of us just work too damn
hard, and compound matters by considering it a badge of honor rather than an
indication of deep-seated problems.
But let me explain.
Yes, work can become an idol, as can the hyper-efficient persona you
craft for the rest of the world to see and admire. But the fact that good things can be twisted
into soul-deteriorating things doesn’t change the fact that they can still be
good things.
I suspect that when WashPo and others lament today’s
workaholism, they are thinking less of lower-wage workers who have to put in
extra hours just to make ends meet and they are thinking more of higher-wage
workers who take pride in working long hours.
And, again, pride is a sin, marring our true value as beautiful
creatures made by a beautiful Creator.
And yet enjoying one’s work so much that one is willing to wake up early
and/or stay up late is not an inherently bad thing and in fact can be a
wonderful thing.
People were made in God’s image and as such are inherently
valuable; what we do with our days cannot add to or subtract from that. But people were also made to work, and to
enjoy work, not only what it produces for others (valuable products and
services) or for self (a wage) but also the act of working itself. Whether we build houses or spreadsheets, tend
to the elderly or to a company’s legal issues, the work itself can be
inherently meaningful and enjoyable and stimulating and life-giving.
Besides work, or bragging about work, manifesting itself as
an idol, work can also lead us to ruin if it crowds out time for other things
good for our souls. Indeed, if early
hours and/or late nights mean we don’t cultivate important relationships or
tend to our bodies, then shame on us.
But, despite everyone’s cries (including my own) that there
are never enough hours in the day, there are in fact enough hours in the
day. I take great pride and enjoyment in my job,
and I take great pride and enjoyment in being a husband and father, and I value
taking care of myself (body, mind, and spirit), and I try not to cheat myself
in any of these things, and most weeks I don’t.
Sure, I have to make tough trade-offs to sacrifice good
things to do for better things to do, I am extremely vigilant about avoiding
time-wasting activities, and as an introvert I don’t require much social contact to
stay happy and recharged. But guess
what? We all have the same 24 hours in a
day and we all figure out our ways to get it all in. We can all make it work, even including
working extra hours at jobs we enjoy and derive satisfaction from.
I take to heart important lessons from those calling for
less rushing around and less boasting about long hours. But work and working hard being bad things
is not one of them.
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