workaholic |ˌwərkəˈhôlik; -ˈhälik|
{noun,
informal}
a person
who compulsively works hard and long hours.
C’est
moi. Ese soy yo. đó là tôi. That’s me.
I
don’t know how it started; what caused this characteristic to grow on me and
grow up with me. Was it the effect of having a Working Mom? (Just FYI, I love the fact that my Mom is one and
I’ve never felt abandoned contrary to popular beliefs). Or
maybe because I have always been raised to over-achieve? (Another
FYI, I also love being raised that way, again, contrary to popular beliefs). Or what?
I
work better when it’s crowded, when I’m in the middle of a crowd, amongst other
busy people, in a busy ambience – I just do. Once, I went to TRS Diner at Cilandak Town Square, to
work on a presentation for a Training Session I’m giving to my Juniors in the
Organization I’m in: BSO Band. The setting of a Diner is just the perfect
amount of ‘crowdedness’ it takes for me to concentrate.
Then,
I thought of these facts: I’m a Uni Student, 19y.0, I’m on a Weekend, outside
of my house, and no I’m not hanging out, I’m doing a task that is not even
mandatory by my Uni or something. I’m doing a task I chose to be responsible
for because I wanted to. An extracurricular task, if you will.
That
sounded ordinary? Haha! Well, it would be if that was the only extracurricular
thing I took around that time. It was early 2012, I was handling 1 organization
and 3 on-going events. But in 2011, I was in 2 Organizations, handled approx. 8
Events, and yes I’m still a Student. Imagine that. And yes, 2011 was the best
year of my life to date.
It
was the best year of Ardelia Apti’s life.
I’ve
never been more tired, sleep-less, troubled, more pissed-off on people, but
heck, I’ve never been more alive.
Having
work, a lot of work, is what keeps me sane. It always have, it always will. To
keep thinking, moving, multitasking is what keeps me grounded, is home to me, is
what normality is to me.
To
have my brain occupied, to have my heart filled with so much disappointment but
then with so much joy, to always be close to what passion is, to what I’m
passionate about, is what I live for. Why do less when you can do more? Why
settle for one kind of happiness when you can achieve so much more?
To
work is to see how you can do, change, how you can create something for
yourself and for everyone else. To work wholeheartedly is to be able to produce
happiness out of your own efforts. To work flawlessly is to do something, to
hold on to something, that no one can take away from you.
It’s
you, it’s your work, and it’s only yours.
What’s
so hard about working when working itself is your passion?
To
people that say being a workaholic, or to work all the time, makes you
life-less, makes you a robot, I say they just have not found their reason. They
just have not found the beauty of work. They just have not found who they are
and how great they can be in their work. With their work.
I
am a proud workaholic. Yes. I am.
