k the time spent, the challenges faced, the hurdles overcome to the goodness of who we are. And here begins a problem. Hard work is bad management. Actually, the smarter we are, the less hard we work.

Having our identity tied up with hardship is very normal in our western culture. The privilege seems to

Jenny woke tired. Her business was growing and the hours she was putting in demanded more and more of her time. She raised her head from the pillow, stumbled out of her now empty bed, and went to the kitchen. Still half asleep she put the kettle on for her morning cuppa and slowly walked to the bathroom. There on the floor were yesterdays clothes. She’d barely had the energy to slip from her work gear and climb into the bath to sip her chardonnay before bed, let alone pack her clothes away tidily.

She sighed at the sight of the untidy bathroom, but with her head swimming already, she just resigned herself to clean it all up on Saturday when she could sleep in. After her tea, Jenny dressed, put on her gym shoes, leashed the dog and stepped out into the day for her morning walk. She loved the fresh air.

Two hours later she was behind the desk, facing the usual barrage of emails, meetings, conference calls and fires to be put out. Jenny was successful. Profitable, creative and in love with her job. But something was wrong. Jenny was single and didn’t want it that way.

Hard work is bad management. When our identity becomes so linked to our work, we work harder thinking that we are being a better person. We link the time spent, the challenges faced, the hurdles overcome to the goodness of who we are. And here begins a problem. Hard work is bad management. Actually, the smarter we are, the less hard we work.

Having our identity tied up with hardship is very normal in our western culture. The privilege seems to

e on the floor were yesterdays clothes. She’d barely had the energy to slip from her work gear and climb into the bath to sip her chardonnay before bed, let alone pack her clothes away tidily.

She sighed at the sight of the untidy bathroom, but with her head swimming already, she just resigned herself to clean it all up on Saturday when she could sleep in. After her tea, Jenny dressed, put on her gym shoes, leashed the dog and stepped out into the day for her morning walk. She loved the fresh air.

Two hours later she was behind the desk, facing the usual barrage of emails, meetings, conference calls and fires to be put out. Jenny was successful. Profitable, creative and in love with her job. But something was wrong. Jenny was single and didn’t want it that way.

Hard work is bad management. When our identity becomes so linked to our work, we work harder thinking that we are being a better person. We link the time spent, the challenges faced, the hurdles overcome to the goodness of who we are. And here begins a problem. Hard work is bad management. Actually, the smarter we are, the less hard we work.

Having our identity tied up with hardship is very normal in our western culture. The privilege seems to

clean it all up on Saturday when she could sleep in. After her tea, Jenny dressed, put on her gym shoes, leashed the dog and stepped out into the day for her morning walk. She loved the fresh air.

Two hours later she was behind the desk, facing the usual barrage of emails, meetings, conference calls and fires to be put out. Jenny was successful. Profitable, creative and in love with her job. But something was wrong. Jenny was single and didn’t want it that way.

Hard work is bad management. When our identity becomes so linked to our work, we work harder thinking that we are being a better person. We link the time spent, the challenges faced, the hurdles overcome to the goodness of who we are. And here begins a problem. Hard work is bad management. Actually, the smarter we are, the less hard we work.

Having our identity tied up with hardship is very normal in our western culture. The privilege seems to

fires to be put out. Jenny was successful. Profitable, creative and in love with her job. But something was wrong. Jenny was single and didn’t want it that way.

Hard work is bad management. When our identity becomes so linked to our work, we work harder thinking that we are being a better person. We link the time spent, the challenges faced, the hurdles overcome to the goodness of who we are. And here begins a problem. Hard work is bad management. Actually, the smarter we are, the less hard we work.

Having our identity tied up with hardship is very normal in our western culture. The privilege seems to

k the time spent, the challenges faced, the hurdles overcome to the goodness of who we are. And here begins a problem. Hard work is bad management. Actually, the smarter we are, the less hard we work.

Having our identity tied up with hardship is very normal in our western culture. The privilege seems to be that those who are highly admired, have overcome obstacles, whereas those who have been blessed with seemly comfortable existences are termed lucky or blessed. They are not given such high accolade as the battler who overcomes adversity.

But adversity in itself is often the consequence of bad management. Few people acknowledge that failed relationships, business hardships or failed health are actually caused by bad management. Bad management of anything is most often the cause of the adversity we are so often given the accolade for overcoming. We usually cause our own hardship.

Trekking in Nepal I share allot of time with a Tibetan Doctor and often do the rounds with him to local villages. He provides his services free and we sponsor him by paying for some the medicines for those who can’t afford it. His patients often complain about sore this and sore that and hope he has bought with him a miracle. But his medicine is based on fixing the cause. The patient thinks there is a solution to a problem without dealing with the cause. And they are very disappointed when they are directed to the cause, like acidic eating alcohol, too much rice or something they think is a “normal” behavior.

It is the same here