When I was young in my career before 40, I could be considered a workaholic. I can work more than 12 hours a day, and sometimes even overnight and on weekends. That was how driven I was to learn and learn and contribute and gain visibility. But once I had my second kid, I changed, mainly also due to circumstances as taking care of a family requires a lot of my time since we don’t have helper. But I was glad of this change. It was permanent. It made me worked hard but smart, and gave me a North Star which is family and self care vs running like a blind chicken. Being exposed to the ruthlessness that of reorganizations and layoffs since my early 30s also made my much more self aware of what the workplace should mean in my life. Workaholics always think they are needed and the team they are in is useless. Therefore they tend to overwork, taking on things and tasks from others as they believe they can do it faster and better than their team mates. It also comes from a lack...