My parents have always taught me to have a good work ethic. I’m glad they did.
I feel good when I’m working a lot. I love what I do. BUT (this is one of those “but” blog posts) . . .
I got a massage yesterday. It was painful – I had so many knots from stress. It’s silly to think that we work so hard that we must get fixed.
I noticed when I was in Italy last week that they don’t have a lot of massage parlors. The people over there don’t need them. Italians will always sit down and enjoy coffee (we got crazy looks when we asked for to-go cups). They take at least 3 weeks vacation every year. They eat carbs and cheese every day. They know how to enjoy life.
Work hard and enjoy what you do, but not at the expense of your health. When I’m on my death bed, I’m certain I won’t say, “Thank GOD I worked so much.”