Workaholic: someone whose mind, energy, time, or strength is always consumed with work

The definition is my own, just as the problem is mine to own too.

My first ever real vacation, in which I did not at ANY time do work, taught me some valuable lessons.

The first lesson; rest is necessary. True rest. Rest in which your mind can stop, and your spirit and soul can be still before the Maker. This is something I have seldom done in my life. I wonder how often others do this? I find myself sometimes slowly my pacing, but do you ever truly stop?

The second lesson; take a cruise every chance you get! Alaska here we come! Save up your pesos friends, because you won't want to miss the next cruise.....

The third lesson; I am a workaholic. Okay, so maybe this one is more a realization than a lesson, but whatever the case, it sadly describes me at this stage in my life. I guess the lesson I learned was that I am allowing and choosing for this to continue. I have made excuses for why this is for a long time, but I have never made any changes so that it is no longer the case. I am no longer content to live my life this way.

There have a been a few changes I will be making immediately, and then a few changes that will come next fall. So, I share all of this with you, my blogging friends, because I am now accountable to changing.

Pictures of the trip are coming, I promise!