To rest, to recover.
Last summer my overworking lead to burn-out, which spawned panic attacks – the final signal. Since then I’ve been hammering back “work” to a state where I can step away for a while. Work had got out of hand.
I built my business to allow me autonomy. I work mostly alone and everything I do is selected, optimised, effective. That’s what I tell myself. But even if I discount a half of my daily practice, in case I am lying to myself, there still remains much good. I am not unhappy with how I have developed this path of mine. But I do want to pause. Even when things are good, we should rest.
When we build these vehicles, (businesses, careers), we start out aiming for money or material wealth; for stability, to please a family member, or to prove something. If we’re lucky we see that these were shallow or base reasons, beyond which are truer motives that stand up more to rational rigour. Course correction is essential, but hard work. Society shouts at us through a gigantic megaphone – repeating; money is king, material wealth is the apex. Competition sits on one shoulder, ‘passion’ on the other, and these false gods do not let you remove your foot from the accelerator. They hunger for carnage.
But financial stability and autonomy are only one level in an infinite game. We must eat, but what then?