I was watching MTV this weekend and I saw a sign that said “Summer Break”. I swear I blanked out on that one. I was like, “summer break?” And then it dawned on me. Oh yeah, summer break —- for students.
Do I miss being a student? No, not really. I love my job. I love working. It gives me my newfound independence. And I’m not willing to give it up again.
Will I start my Master’s this June? Probably, if all things fall into place as they should… I will. Why? Because I’m a Type A and not used to sitting on my ass. Type A, obssessive - compulsive with an impulse control disorder and partly masochistic. I have all the good stuff.
For some people feeling alive is bungee jumping off a bridge, living without provisions in some godforsaken jungle, rock climbing, etc. For me, it’s jumping into work. Any work. All kinds of work. It’s a thrill for me to stay up all night working on a project and passing it in the next morning with flying colors. It’s my thing. I like that I’m so busy I can hardly stand up straight from exhaustion. I love it. I know I shouldn’t but I do. I know what it spells —–OVERACHIEVER.
I’m so good at working, I don’t even notice when it’s too much. Ironically, it is John, who is more workaholic than me, who tells me to stop. I can’t help myself because it just feels good when I’ve finished something. That sense of accomplishment is my thrill, my rush.
Weird, but true.