The truth is ... I hate when people tell me that I work
too much. Yes, I do work too much, but I hate when people say it to me in a condescending
sort of way. I do not like it when my “busyness” or “work-a-holic” tendencies are used as an excuse to exclude me or to speak for me. I don’t hate it in an angry
sort of way; it’s more confusing than anything as I feel that perhaps I’m not
making my goals very clear. The real truth is that I cannot afford to be lazy or lackadaisical in my
endeavors.
1. I am a self-employed single parent of an amazing,
high school senior who has one foot on a college campus and the other firmly
planted in my kitchen annihilating the refrigerator. If I don’t work—J don’t eat
and hunger turns my usually happy-go-lucky son into Grumpy Cat. Hard work,
discipline and sacrifice are necessary requirements of parenthood, whether or
not I’m off chasing butterflies or punching a time-clock. #iloveJ

3. I have also had a whole lot of fun—excessive, decadent and luxuriously self-indulgent amounts of fun this woman has had. Fun that yielded nothing at all except for the memories which still induce
a ready smile to my heart and upon my lips. My toes have been cooled by waters from the Pacific
to the Atlantic Oceans and far beyond the boundaries of this great country we
live in. If all that fun didn’t kill me or wear me down; I’m thinking
a little hard work won’t either. Hard work funds fun.

5. When “I” get tired—I rest. When “I” need a
vacation—I go. When “I” need to work hard—I roll up my sleeves and get the job
done. When “you” need or miss me—call me and tell me what time to be there. And when you feel like I’m
working too hard, please free to pick up a couple of these books and help me sell
them. It takes a village to raise a best-selling author.
Laziness
is a luxurious mindset that I can no longer afford to own.
– Nakia R. Laushaul
www.nakiarlaushaul.com
3 comments:
Ahhh..."it’s like sentencing yourself to solitary confinement, but at least I own the key." Love this. Great post!
Another great entry! I'm the same way. I basically work all the time, but I loooove what I do. Even if we go away, I take time to write. Many folks are so used to being in the "employee" mode. They sit and watch the clock waiting to go on break, to go to lunch or to go home. I did it for decades. Now that I'm doing what God created me to do, the long hours are actually a blessing.
I hope it inspires you, Sheretta. There's some good stuff in you lady--write it out by any means necessary.
Chicki (I love saying Chicki, makes me smile) I agree. The time passes so quickly when you're doing what you love.
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