A friend recently boasted how they're working 15 hour days. To which I replied with a concerning "Why?" and was met with a distant look.

My friend thought I'd metaphorically pat him on the back.

I didn't. No surprise there.

Supposedly the industry he's in (distribution) is such, and he's caught up in the whirlwind of it all. Thinking that making money is the goal.

It baffles me that it's 2021 and there are still people who think it's a badge of honor to kill yourself working. To tell everyone around you how tired you are from working, but at the same time crave all that.

There's no honor in dying working. In living to work.

My friend is out of shape. He talks about work and nothing else. He has no other interests outside of work. At this rate, I can take a bet that he's headed for a burnout. To which I started talking to him a bit about, but he seemed uninterested and shut me down.

He doesn't read blogs. He's not on twitter. So he wont probably see this. Though if he does, I hope he takes this as a wake up call.

Since, my burnout in the Spring of 2020, I've taken drastic steps to work less and do more of other things that are not work. Like play tennis, give my house some love and fix stuff, have more plants. Read. Hang out with friends who don't blog and don't tweet. Friends who make no sense and that's Ok.

As a result, I make more money. I am more content. I have better relationships with people around me. My wife. My kids. My friends. And even people I don't like that much. Yeah, I'm having a good time with them, too.

So yeah.

Procrastinate more is what I'm trying to say.