Growing up, I never wanted to be a 'holic' of any sort. Terms began with 'alcoholic' and then many began sprouting up- 'chocoholic', 'shopoholic' and what not. Since the first one I heard was 'alcoholic', I assumed anything that makes you a 'holic' must be bad.
But then, at the age of 19 I went ahead and got myself a job- a job I didn't know I would fall in love with, a job I didn't know would make me think of it all day, all night, even in the bathroom. Work found it's way to me, and successfully turned me into a 'holic'- a 'workaholic'. Six years later, I decided that this situation needed fixing. Read about my journey as a workaholic on vacation on this week's spotlight.