Hi, my name is Jason and I’m a workaholic.

I love what I do, which makes working better or worse, depending on who you ask (I love you dear). I have full-time, on-site commitments to a client throughout the week coupled with 2-3 hours of work most evenings once I get home each night (with 3 hours of traffic commute squeezed in for good measure).

These 10-12 hour work days are actually a throttle-back from days gone by where I typically worked 15-16 hour a days. Being young with limited to no commitments bred an unstoppable time machine in me that didn’t notice most anything around me. Time seemed to stand still, and I certainly didn’t feel any ill effects of working more than sleeping/playing.

Fast forward to present day where I’ve “acquired” incredibly wonderful priorities (i.e. got married, planning for a family, reconnecting with family and friends, etc.) and realized there is more to life than work. Granted, I love what I do and still put in more time than my wife would want as the returns afford us more than most, but I’ve decided to take it another step further and throttle-back again—limiting my evening work to only a few days per week rather than all week long. This will afford me more time with my wife, new hobbies, an upcoming family of my own AND compel me to work more efficiently during my remaining work nights.

People tell me I’m crazy for the time and effort I’ve put in over the years. I’m not alone. Lots of people I know work extremely hard. Too hard even. But, in my case, I’ve been lucky to work in an industry I love, pays well and wasn’t available when my parents were my age.

I’d feel guilty (and lazy) for not taking advantage of all the wonderful opportunities most people didn’t have back in the day. Not to mention its fun!

Now, where’s my stapler?

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