The truth is I used to be an exhausted workaholic giving away every ounce of myself to my organization, keeping crazy hours and unnecessarily compulsively checking my Blackberry on weekends. I reacted to whatever came at me. I had no boundaries. Looking back, I know that this arrogant behavior was linked to seeking a sense of self-validation and insecurity of not being enough.
Someone told me this week they were learning to be "happy in their misery." That comment lingered, I was saddened and curious. Misery is a cunning little master, or are we just so damn delusional that we don't know when we are miserable and fight moving away from it at all costs.