Tonight I called my mother and told her I have a headcold, after pushing too hard with a few work all-nighters recently. She replied ‘I think it’s time for you to wean yourself off this obsession’. This is the same women who last year said to me ‘what’s taking so long? It’s just a cookbook’. Her comments underscore and emphasise the increasing disjoint between myself and the people around me, as well as my incredible frustration.
I met a woman who works in publishing a few weeks ago. She held my self-published, full colour book and said in an astounded voice, you did this all yourself? In two years? Woah.
I didn’t realise what I was getting myself into. And once begun, with investment capital and customers waiting, everything else has gone on hold.
Where I find myself in life at the moment- my things in storage at my parents, living between places, neglecting relationships, eating erratically and forgoing rest- all make perfect sense in the context of this article.
Said article recommends that I search for balance and seemingly, as my mother suggested, wean myself off the obsession. But I can’t help but feel that’s like telling a lion to be a dolphin. It may be unhealthy in the short time, but as far as I can tell, what defines and sets apart successful entrepreneurs is a passion, a single minded devotion, that allows them to succeed come hell or high-water. I’d surmise that the life of someone like Albert Einstein wasn’t incredibly balanced- how else would he have achieved what he did? And how would the sane folks around him have perceived him?