Time to ‘fess up.
I’ve been running on autopilot for a while, working my ass off, sleeping little and eating like a junkie.
Working for 3 different startups eventually takes a toll on you, even if you’re Ibukun Taiwo (good genes be damned).
And so, on Wednesday night, my body called for a strike effective immediately. Headaches turned to fever, turned to vomiting, turned to loss of appetite. I practically did not want to be in my body and my body showed me the feeling was mutual.
Everything job-related took a halt. And I burdened my innocent family with nursing me back to health. Honestly, I just wanted to get better so I could get back to working. But God had other plans.
Relegated to a bed all day for 3 days, I got the chance to “think about my life”. And I obviously wasn’t heading the way I wanted. My addiction to work wasn’t doing wonders for my health obviously, nor for my relationships especially with God. So right there on the bed, I started making adjustments, canceling appointments, engagements etc. Found the time to connect with a few people over the weekend, went for a retreat, taught a bible study.
I’m grateful for pitstops like these, even though it doesn’t have to be something life threatening to get you to pause.
Work can be invigorating and empowering but ultimately it rings hollow. Even if it is something you “love to do”.
Next time, when you need to channel some energy into something, don’t let work be your first refuge.