Tonight I had 131 emails that I was unable to access because of intermittent internet connection while in the mountains of Utah. I wish I could just relax and not worry about what I am missing but unfortunately, my mind is struggling with the whole "try to relax" thing. Work is such a part of who I am that I just fully expected to manage incomings with no problem whatsoever.

I wouldn't say that I am a workaholic for that would indicate some kind of addiction. It leans more toward a very strong "like."Actually, it is safe to say that I love my work. It is something I really like, that I enjoy, that I appreciate, that challenges me, that inspires me, that motivates me, and that teaches me.

Being a perpetual student is part of why I love to work. There are many times during my day when I just stop and listen to what is going on around me. There is always something to learn, to benefit my life, my work.

Sometimes I worry about how dependent I - we - society has become on technology. Evident of this was my reaction to no internet the closer I drove toward where my family reunion was to be held. My children will glady testify to the despair I readily displayed as I watched the connectivity bars disappear from my mobile device.

Interestingly enough, by the time I adjust to being on vacation and actually release enough to relax, I will be on my way back home, on my way back to work, on my way back to reality. It's a good thing I like my reality.

by rayannethorn