A letter to my 6 years ago self
6 years ago I was a workaholic. I loved what I did, I worked too hard, and eventually I burned out and paid the consequences.
This is a letter to my 6 years ago self.
You’ve got to work less. You’ve got to get a hobby. You’ve got to stay healthy. Lift weights a little. Walk around. Enjoy life.
No, enjoying work isn’t enough. Even if you enjoy your work it’s still work. It requires you to put strain on your brain. It requires you to think a lot, to work hard. Those things cause stress, even if you feel like you’re not stressed.
Whether you’re 20, 30, 40 or 50 eventually the day comes when your body will say “No More” and it’ll stop letting you work so hard. It’ll happen in a catastrophic way, it’ll be terrible, and it’ll take you ages to recover.
Don’t let that happen.
Compartmentalise your work life and the rest of your life. More importantly, have a rest of your life. Your work is not your life. You are not defined by your career.
Indulge your interests. If you think you’ve got no interests, go try some things out. It’s important you figure this out.
Pursue your hobbies and your interests as vigorously as your career.
Your life depends on it.