There's no such thing as WORKAHOL!!!

Workaholics – chill out. It was the title of a career based article I read recently (from a link on the MSN home page). Sill them, they asked for feedback. So I was obliged to provide it.

People are called Alcoholics because they drink too much alcohol. There is no such thing as Workahol, or Chocohol, or Shopahol – so you can’t have too much of it and become a Workaholic, a chocoholic, or a shopaholic. Can’t be done.

Instead you may become a Work Addict, a Shopping Addict, or a Chocolate Addict.

Unless you have invented workahol and are addicted to the consumption of it, you may not call yourself a workaholic. Same for all of those other words!

It is Friday and I am highly un-motivated! I have had not one drop of workahol for a long time. So I decided I needed to blogabit.

I can hardly believe that I have known Ken for….what three or four years? And the last year we have only even communicated by e-mail. I have a female friend, Yanna, whom I met on line more like five or six years ago and we are still great friends even though we only communicate by e-mail and have never messaged. So weird. And yet, so fulfilling – strangely enough. I just love knowing that they are out there.

As for the few readers of my blog – I’ve conversed with some of you for almost a couple of years. Some I e-mail with periodically – you know, the “just catchin up” kind of e-mail. I’m always so surprised when I get one of those and also very happy.

Strange thing this internet.

I’ve decided that I need a journal. An actual paper journal. I’m not exactly sure why – it’s a vague craving. I crave the blank page, the sound and the feel of the pen gliding across the paper.

It will have to be the perfect journal. I want something substantial – maybe more than one journal book….matching. Something that looks serious and meaningful, like you might find the answers to life or at least a really juicy secret if you venture inside. Like the ones the main character had hidden in her wardrobe in Thief of Hearts.

And, of course, I’d need the perfect pen. It would have to be kind of heavy – nothing too thin or feminine. It would have to be a pen from which words worthy of the pages of my substantially serious journal could flow.

Maybe I’ll just write the mundane details of any given day, or some though about my children or marriage. Maybe I’ll make notes that will late evolve into a full fledged story or book. Maybe I’ll need to record an epiphany. Maybe it will be for all of the things that are way too secret or not secret enough to blog. I dunno.
Oh, did I mention that I am FLAT broke? After paying the mortgage payment I had $12 in my checking account and $5 in my savings. Then I bought shampoo and lotion. The end. So even buying a pen or a journal is something I put on my wish list….. at least until I get paid next Friday.

Right now I am torn between registering for the spring semester to finish my classes or trying to secure a second job. I just cannot decide. To register I have to spend some money next week and that will be a struggle. Not to register I will feel like I am missing something terribly and not improving myself or following through. But without a second job things feel bleak.

Ok things are picking up and I need to get back to my work….ahol.

Ciao~Peace