Driving Hard with Love
For a long time, I've struggled to explain to people why I just can't seem to stop driving so hard. Those who have worked with me and have known me over the years have described me as the following:
- an intense, hardworking person
- exhausting to be with -- can't seem to rest
- pursues my passions with unrelenting vigor and focus
- ambitious and competitive
"The more you love, the more meaning your life has. The less you love, the less meaning your life has." -- Peter S., Philosopher
To take it a step further, there is a compounding effect to this love spiral! I have learned that when I love what I do, it creates more meaning in what I do, which then makes me love doing that even more. It is this ever-intensifying process which sucks me in and explains why it is difficult for me to rest, pull away, or stop what I am doing.
From work to sports, nothing that I pursue intently -- despite being hard on myself by striving to attain a high level of excellence -- feels like work. It simply feels like me doing as much as I can until I am spent, yet loving every moment of it.
Thanks to this philosopher's fabulous insight, my workaholic insanity now feels completely justified in a wonderful explanation of love and some semblance of sanity. Now, let me go back to work...yes, on a holiday weekend!
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