Very often you will read about how overworked we are in [Western] society. Working overtime and going to work when we have a flu or a cold. Shortening our life – just for the sake to make the boss look good, earn a bit extra cash and impress those around us.
In the same breath we are asked to work less – relax and enjoy life.
Open up a history book and you won’t see many mentions about people who worked hard. At least not as their main feat.
I was excited when given the opportunity to write for Our World Today. Two days a week – at least three hours per day. Started last month, sent them my resignation last night – after working about eight hours on an essay that was due at midnight [that same night].
It wasn’t an easy decision, but it had to be done. I need the experience, but I also need my health – my sanity. At this point in life, university is and should be my first priority. It already equates to a full-time job. The only job that is tolerable to have a fixed schedule.
When I finish university and accept a full-time job, that will be my new first priority – career wise. Any extra casual work that interferes with my full-time will be given the same treatment as OWT.
Which is why I opted to stay with Bars & Nightclubs. I have no fixed schedule with them. I can head out to a bar or a nightclub when I have time, write a review from my notes [when I have time] and send them the finished write-up anytime during the day.
This was a great lesson nonetheless. Not only did it make me understand what my limit are at this point in my life, but it also taught me– again –I only need approval from myself.
Journalism is not a forgiving field. You can’t give up, because if you do, someone is waiting behind you, waiting for you to fall. But if you work yourself too hard, you will only fall down once – lying there lifeless.
Quality over quantity.
Work hard, but don’t work yourself to death.
A dead journalist is a silent journalist.