Workaholism! Or is it?

I was given a ‘Krist-kindel’ last year, which occasioned a great laugh from all present when I unwrapped it. It was a mug, colourfully and funnily decorated, for ‘the World’s Greatest Living Workaholic”! Initially it made me laugh. Subsequently it has made me think.

First of all I noticed inside me a subtle feeling, akin to gratification, that I had been labelled “workaholic”. And that worried me. To be addicted to work is a weakness, not a virtue, certainly nothing to be proud of. Addiction to work can distort one’s life. It arises, I think, from a culture that effectively canonised work and industry, and dubbed as indolence everything that savoured of inactivity, even much needed rest and healthy and recreative pursuits. (Philosophical jargon might describe it as according primacy to “doing” over “being”; a tenet few respectable philosophers would subscribe to!)

I was aware, too, through years of pastoral involvement, many examples of the evils of excessive activity. Fathers, with their family lives in shreds, pleading continual late hours of work as evidence of a love that, in fact, acutely needed their time and involvement for family survival; deaf to persistent pleas for more presence. Mothers, utterly devoted and physically present to their children, but, through an endless frenetic round of multiple activities, bereft of time to listen and share with them. In contrast, one also heard, perhaps on radio or else in casual conversation, adults recalling with affection and appreciation a parent who had given them quality time in childhood to play and have fun together, to listen, comfort and encourage.

Self-scrutiny readily teaches me that the quality of what I do suffers whenever I take on too much. And I run the risk of emulating the proverbial headless chicken!

Still, there is a counter consideration in all this. The Master - so the Gospel tells us - fell asleep on a boat in a storm, through exhaustion from work. Jesus allowed the demands of the people for his attention to leave him without time to eat. So much so, that his family thought him “out of his mind” and wanted to “take him in hand”.

So there are demands, arising from the needs of others that rightly take precedence even over prudence. And many of the Saints were canonised for “heroic virtue” which precisely led them to spend themselves for others, even to the point of laying down their lives.

Only a true and honest discernment can enable us to know whether extensive work is vice or virtue; an escape from ordered living and relating, or a stretching of ourselves for the sake of our neighbours.

Speaking for myself, I haven’t managed to resolve the matter. But, thanks to “Krist-kindel”, I’ve started to address it. And, who knows, conversion may follow in time!