I used work for a good long while. It's a comment on being a JW that being a workaholic is healthier. At least you have the opportunity to accomplish something concrete, as part of a team, with tangible results, and with tangible rewards.
After a decade of that, I'd taken the work-aholic approach as far as it would go - not that I had no career advancement in front of me, but it wasn't fooling me any longer - I needed to get clear about what I wanted and what I was capable of, and let go of old baggage that was in my way.
So, 7 years and a few seminars and books later, I have my own business, a wonderful relationship with my fiancee, I regularly engage in more activities than I ever dreamed of as a kid (hiking, camping, X-C skiing -last season I learned whitewater kayaking and I may take on snowboarding this year), and I make part of my income by writing for a living. How cool is that? I read a lot all the time, I have two books and a screenplay I tinker with, and I meet really cool people all the time (mostly just through chatting them up- people are a lot friendlier when you aren't handing them a tract:)
I made it a point of working hard - h-a-r-d. Part of that was to earn approval - that was the program I learned as a kid - approval from myself and others. Once I finally got clear that no one was going to kick me off of the bus for not doing everything perfectly - that I deserve success just as much as any other human - things actually got a lot easier in my life. I give to the community, I educate and volunteer, and I actively promote causes that I believe in. I'm leaving this place better than I found it - Ecclesiastes be damned.