The Workaholic in Me Must Die

Sometimes I forget why I don’t have a job. I’m building a business because I love what I do and because my family and I have special needs that a job can’t easily satisfy. But job mentality and self-imposed deadlines still control my personality at times, and the events of last week reminded me to get my priorities straight.My aunt died after spending about three months in various medical facilities. I talked with her ONCE during the entire ordeal. Each time I decided to call her again, I discovered she had been moved to another facility. And each time I vowed to get the new number after finishing the next task, I never did, and now she’s gone.

Though I prayed for her and asked friends and church members to pray for her also, I know nothing can take the place of a five or ten minute phone call. She knew that God cared, but she needed to know that I cared, too.

My father has one of three siblings left. One family of cousins and I still have both our parents, and the other two have one parent each. Though I’m always attentive to my parents’ physical needs, I hope to be more sensitive to their emotional needs now as well.

Life is too short to regret what you didn’t do for your family. The workaholic in me must die.