When being a workaholic backfires

I had two simultaneous trains of thought going this week:

I enjoy working and many times its like paid socialization for me. I enjoy serving a purpose and also enjoy pushing myself. (Its why running is a good sport for me)  I like money too. After 3 years of not having any, its nice to not have to mind every penny.

The other realization though is that when someone who hasn't talked to me in months asks what I've been up to the last few months, the only answer i have is work and running. That makes me kind of sad. What have I done that's been fun in the past 6 months? While I have much to be grateful for in my life I'm starting to worry that I'm driving myself to breakdown.

So this girl needs to start finding a life again. Reintigrate myself socially. Do fun things. Have experiences. I made the choice to live in a big area yet I rarely leave my little bubble. Why was it so important for me to get out of the past places I lived for the glamour of the metro if I don't do anything but sit and watch TV, shop, work & run?

And in this life long journey to what I want to be when I grow up, I need to find myself.