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I Took My First Week Off Of Work In Over a Year. Here Is How It Felt
February 2020, right before the entire world was going to change into some weird quarantine, anti-social heaven. I decided to start a company. I was still working my good-paying warehouse job at the time, but whenever I got home, I began the grind of starting a company. Here we are almost a year and a half later. I have worked weekends, holidays, nights, mornings, and everything in between. Last week I had a family reunion in Las Vegas, and despite my body fighting every urge to keep working, I decided to take the majority of the week off. Here is how it felt.
First off, it was strange, like really weird. It felt wrong, like committing a crime without the adrenaline rush to go with it. Running a business builds such an emotional bond between yourself and it. It’s what I would assume having a child or spouse is like. It’s more a part of me than anything else. And taking a week off just felt unnatural. After doing the same thing 7 days a week for well over a year, it throws you for a loop when you don’t. On Monday, it didn’t feel real, so I ran off to a coffee shop away from my family and spent 4 hours getting as much work done as I could. I felt like I needed to do it, if I wasn’t, who would? But when I got back to the hotel I discovered that while my family was off doing all these new fun things in a city I’ve never been in, I…
