When Did I Forget How to Sit Still? Confessions of a Happy Workaholic

Spoiler alert: it happened somewhere between childhood naps and becoming a full-blown workaholic.

When I was a kid, I was a professional lounger. Give me a stack of pillows, a pile of books, and a cozy bed, and I was living my best life. I could spend hours—no, entire days—reading, dozing off, waking up, reading some more, then drifting off again. It was blissful. Quiet. Still. Effortless.

And now?

Now I lie down for five minutes and suddenly I’m mentally reorganizing my storage, planning dinner, drafting three Instagram captions, and wondering if I should start a new side hustle in my spare time. Apparently, somewhere along the way, I forgot how to sit still.

Don’t get me wrong, I still think lounging in bed with a good book sounds amazing… in theory. But in reality? I end up twitching after fifteen minutes, convinced I need to be doing something. Anything. I’ve been called a workaholic—lovingly, I think—but it’s true: I love being busy. I love working. There’s something incredibly satisfying about seeing the result of your effort, even if that effort involves hauling furniture out of an attic in 100-degree heat or scrubbing 40 years of dust off a vintage lamp.

Take flowers, for example. I think they’re gorgeous. I admire everyone else’s blooms. But me? I forget to water them. And to be honest, I find it kind of boring. There, I said it. Growing vegetables, on the other hand? Now that’s exciting. I mean, I can eat what I grow! It feels productive. I tell myself it saves money—please don’t show me the receipts for the fencing, soil, and pest-proofing.

When I started picking antiques, it was meant to be a fun hobby. I had a full-time job. I just wanted to treasure hunt on the weekends. Next thing I knew, I had employees, two store locations, and an accidental full-time business. I turned my hobby into a hustle… and I love it.

Oh, and did I mention I also volunteer 70 hours a month with my religious organization? Yeah… I really like being busy.

So yes, I’ve absolutely forgotten how to sit still. But honestly? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. This “can’t stop, won’t stop” energy may not be great for reading marathons in bed, but it’s built a life where I am satisfied and happy most of the time.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have jewelry to sort, a new estate to catalog, and a bowl of homemade strawberry ice cream waiting as a reward. Oh yeah did I mention we are taking the day off tomorrow so I decided to make homemade strawberry ice cream and throwback All-Bran refrigerator muffins — a childhood recipe I was thrilled to dig up and then well yeah lets throw together a blog article its only 1 am. I am not planning to sit still anytime soon and I love it.