On the limit

It's a cliche, i know, but we really don't appreciate our health enough until it lets us down. After all, rest & relaxation are for wimps, aren't they?

But who is this 'we'? Is this Rob speaking as an Englishmen, famed for pride & ego, and for working long hours at the expense of social development or family ties? Or as an @er, this crazy species that makes a living out of squeezing 3 years' work into 12 impossible months? And then sometimes does the same for a second consecutive year? That tells the world we are always 'available' - to listen, to consult, to console, to ass-kick, to think on behalf of so many ppl?

Or is this Rob speaking as Rob, the idiot, who has an acute fear of failure, of not meeting the impossible expecations of others, of not living up to some impossible vision that he had no right to aim for? Who, even on a 'sick-day', spends over 5 hrs reading and writing mails, and continues trying to think on behalf of so many?

If that's true, is it right to blame one's national culture, or one's organisational structure? Certainly not! And instead of always thinking on behalf of others, why not take some time to assess what you need and where you are going? Or are you afraid of the answers?

Perhaps staying at home again tomorrow is not such an absurd idea. If only that twin of mine was around again to take care of the INPUT agenda for the LCPs...