As an expert who gives seminars designed to help addled dual-career parents discover work-family balance through finding and hiring a nanny I have a secret. “This empress has no clothes.”
Having an empty nest is no assurance of the return of quality time for self and spouse. Work takes center stage and multiplies as does the demands of the digital age. Having lost the desire and ability to read a long book or write more than a paragraph at a time it is time for reconsideration of the ratios governing my daily life. I ask myself, “WTF is the yield, here?” My ongoing work fest and addiction to texting, emailing, Facebook. Twitter and googling is placing serious limitations on my human spirit, body and relationships.
I have lived as a workaholic for many years and paid a price. At what juncture in my life will I realize that I am not my job, although, at times, my job is me? My body is thirsting for exercise, toning, strengthening, and relaxation; my mind wants calm, joy, creativity and contemplation. The ultimate hypocrite? In this last chapter of my life I hope to get it right and spend some time searching for balance between work, digital addictions, self, family and friends in real-time.