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Workaholic Sushi

September 5, 2016

At first glance my need to be productive doesn’t seem like such a bad thing.  Words like industrious, energetic, diligent, constructive, hardworking and useful are good things, right?  Wrap all those up into a sushi roll and the result is a burst of mind-blowing flavor.  Or maybe not.  What makes sushi so delish?  I’d have to say it’s the vibrant essence of taste combinations balanced with texture.  Not exactly the fare of a workaholic. 

 

The elements of Workaholic Sushi are anything but balanced.  It’s common knowledge that work and play are equally important ingredients in a truly delectable lifestyle.  Too much work and the results are tough and heavy.  Too much play and there’s no substance.  It’s also a fact that a variety of experiences give life a satisfying assortment of flavor and excitement.

 

And this is where I am seriously flawed.   I try to follow the recipe for a practical balanced life but it seems that page in my cookbook is always spattered and smeared, probably with soy sauce.  Let’s face it.  I don’t have the makings of a good chef—unless you consider that if I make dinner for 30 I may as well make double to freeze. 

 

I can’t just do one thing at a time.  If I’m refinishing a table it’s imperative that I listen to an audio book at the same time.   If I’m slicing peaches I'm simultaneously brushing up on politics.  If I’m painting a masterpiece I’m learning all the different harmonies of a song.  If I’m… you get the idea. One of the problems is that I never run out of energy.  Sure, my body is giving out, but I'm plugged in with plenty of juice.  In other words, I'm a lot like Donald Trump, minus the money.  Better than having Hillary's lack of energy.   Had to toss in a bit of politics while I'm at it.

 

If I didn’t feel lazy doing it, I’d lie on a therapist’s couch and analyze this.   Doctor, if I’m not accomplishing something all the time I feel… well, insufficient.  Inadequate.  Ineffectual.  Incompetent.  All those “in” words.

 

And I know exactly what the therapist would say.   “You’re a workaholic with anorexic relaxation skills,  ADHD and loony tunes.  Lighten up, girlie, maybe go get sushi?  If you don’t you’re gonna die prematurely.”  

 

Wow, I’d think, I have so much to do before I croak!

 

The real taste test of my culinary progress occurs when I’m on vacation.  Like at this very moment.  Right now I’m sitting by the pool of a beautiful resort hotel.  Ordinarily I would secretly bide my time pretending to set aside the dozen or so projects I have on the back burner.  This time I’m making a real effort to enjoy the moment.  I know I can kick back with the best of them—if I set a goal to do it!  Besides, I have my laptop so I can work on my book here as well as anywhere.   Please pass the wasabi!

 

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