“Over Achiever Syndrome is serious, and can lead to emotional and physical burnout, and in extreme cases, early death.” Being a DIY hypochondriac, I sort of like that quote because it implies that being an overachiever can result in real, physical problems. Everyone knows it leads to emotional and social issues but they’re mostly about becoming an insufferable know it all and having your neighbors puke in their mouth every time you bring them a plateful of Martha Stewart-esque cookies and offhandedly mention how to improve their garden soil, remove the moss from their roof, and get that spot from their collar. Ahem. There is more than one reason Hermione Granger is my favorite Hogwarts character.
The Germans have a word, Besserwisser, to describe such a person, and I’m pretty sure I’m one of them. I recently read that the sin of gluttony also can be applied to overachievers or workaholics who are more concerned with the consumption or production of work/goods than one actually requires. Hmmmm… So it’s not enough to be an annoying prig, I’ve also got a cardinal sin to deal with.
And the thing is, I love my life. I love being busy, I love all of the things I do, and if I only had the ability to live for a few hundred years, perhaps I would feel that I could slow the pace or take breaks more often. I am trying to cram lifetimes of projects into this one because I like living. There are just so many things to learn and I don’t want to miss a single one. I am trying to get better at taking breaks especially as I can feel my body changing as I get closer to 40, and I am trying to get better at keeping my mouth shut. As Anthony Shaftesbury said “Giving advice is sometimes only showing our wisdom at the expense of others.” Ugh. I don’t want to be THAT girl.
But this blog…maybe this would be a better outlet than advising my long suffering friends and family. I think, I hope, people read this because they want to know about the different things that people do, and how they live, and maybe they even want to know why. Or I could just become a vampire, or some other immortal being, and live forever. That would be cool too.
Today is Thursday, and my only day in an empty house. Robert brings the girls to opera lessons a couple of hours away and I seem to have the house to myself for a glorious 6 or 7 hours! Bliss! Of course I have a massive to-do list, but I’m also going to listen to a brain numbing, embarrassingly compelling, lusty, and addicting audiobook about vampires. I managed to finish both of the owl sweaters for my girls, no photos for Violet yet but here is Willow in her sweater (no button eyes sewn on as of yet):