For my first job in Washington, DC, I worked very long hours. One night, a rare dinner date was lined up. \u201cWhat time do you get off?\u201d my date asked to coordinate. A long, awkward pause followed. \u201cIt\u2019s kind of a philosophical question,\u201d I finally admitted.<\/p>\n
That was fine by me at the time, but it shouldn\u2019t have been. We all have busy seasons in our lives, yet there\u2019s more to life than work. A whole lot more.<\/p>\n
This can be a hard point for especially driven people to grasp. We tend to see a lot of the things with which people occupy their time as pointless distractions.<\/p>\n
Hobbies? Why? Closing time? What\u2019s that? Weekends? You mean second and third Fridays, right? A normal amount of sleep? Who has the time?<\/p>\n
I eventually figured out that this was the wrong way of doing life, with a lot of help from family and friends. But that took a long time\u20147 years in DC, all told.<\/p>\n