If only I could stop rushing from one thing to the next. I might find the peace that I’ve been looking for.
Reflection
Do you ever catch yourself rushing from one thing to the next? Burning through an endless pile of tasks. Maybe you’re fuelled by a double shot espresso unleashing that caffeine-induced rampage?
But you rarely stop to appreciate what I have done.
Always onto the next thing.
You don’t even know how you’re feeling. Are you happy? Sad? Frustrated? Angry? You’re moving too fast to notice. Your subtle cries for rest are buried under a mountain of productivity.
I caught myself today.
I got home from work, and the rampage started:
Walk dog
Feed dog
Kids arrive home with wife
Unpack car
Play with kids
Feed kids
Bath kids
Bedtime stories with kids
Shower
Prep dinner
Eat dinner
Clean messy house
I was running like a headless chicken from one thing to the next without a free moment in between.
Thankfully, I found a moment of joy. As I was shifting a pile of books and toys from one room to the next, I turned on a light and the clean room lit up in all its sparkly wonder.
And I was like, wow. This is special. What a lovely space. Why don't I enjoy it for a minute before rushing off to the next thing?
So, I sat down to relax in quiet solitude. My default is disorderly chaos; my brain runs a million miles an hour, drawing connections out of the unstructured mess, but I found myself at peace in the neatly organised space. It felt freeing— a sense of mental clarity.
It wasn’t long before I started handwriting this piece.
I caught myself again:
I’d found a way to make “productive” use of my downtime. Writing.
I guess I’ll never learn.
What do you think? Do you need to draw more boundaries, or should you just go with the flow?
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