Being workaholic can be a good thing, yet, for a season to a reason. Or, we may say a temporary gift.
In my experience for the past three years, sailing through storms, violent seas,
clinging on a ship of hardships,
I am grateful for my workaholism, while adopting another made up word “Learnaholic”.
I’ve had the irresistible compulsion of working and continuously learning, over and over, non-stop.
It did save my spirit while on the quaking ship,
as I carved my God-given gifts, and sculpted new skills.
And today as the storm subsides, I’ve commenced more than one company, and counting.
Yet, happiness requires us to take a break and celebrate our achievements and breakthroughs with family and friends.