Thursday, August 7, 2008

The Reflection of My Father

Looking back on these last few work-intensive days, I've noticed the reflection of my Dad staring back. It's strange; I never thought of us as particularly similar. In fact, I've always kind of resented how much time he devotes to his own profession.

But, dare I say it, there has been something ever so slightly exhilarating about over-working myself. I've found that I'm unintentionally emulating my father's work habits: I try to do everything myself, I work long hours, I skip my breaks, and I generally eat less than one meal a day.

I've always looked at my Dad's habits as strange, self-inflicted punishments. But I think there is also a dangerous and exciting element of pride that motivates pushing the limits of good sense. I just pray I don't enjoy the taste of that poison too much more.


que rediculo! said...

Next thing you know you'll be crooning some Hank Williams at your local karaoke bar...or driving really ridiculously fast in a minivan.

Lou said...

Coming from someone who has a workaholic dad, I hope you don't fall into that trap either! I agree it's great to have that sense of accomplishment at the end of a productive day, but I personally love those lazy days too. Moderation is definitely key in this situation!