By Steven Aitchison
Several years ago, I was working twelve-hour days as a lawyer, eating processed food on the go, not exercising, and drinking copious amounts of coffee and Diet Coke. As I rushed to catch the last train home after a particularly late night at work, I wondered to myself, “How did I get here?” The answer was something I hadn’t been able to admit before. I was addicted to work. My life, identity, and value had become all about work without me even noticing.
Like a smoker addicted to nicotine, I’d become addicted to the buzz I felt from a well-written legal brief or well-argued motion. It wasn’t the work itself that I was addicted to, but rather the approval and validation I was seeking from... More...
