Working Too Hard

“Don’t work too hard!” my coworker jokingly called as he left for break a few minutes before me.

I looked up from the mountain of pork chops growing under my fingers, laughed, and lightly promised I wouldn’t. But something in his words dug deeper than the casual surface meaning, and stuck with me. Am I working too hard?

The question lingers as I package more chops, and later while cubing sweet potatoes for supper. Deep down there’s something that tells me I do work too hard. Way too ha...