We zip along through life, usually with head down, cellphone glued to our head, and coffee cup in our hand, all the while wishing we were an octopus so we’d have more hands to get more done. Through our minds race the endless lists of what we need to accomplish, what deadlines are coming up, what we have to finish to reach our deadlines, which child has what activities at what time on what days, not to mention the myriad of minutiae that requires our attention and demands our time.
Then there’s the whole traffic issue. Jammed bumper to bumper trying to reach child A to get them to activities 1, 2, 3; and child B to make sure they are at their activities 1, 2, 3; not to mention the gym where we’re expected to put in time and energy, then it’s home to race around to find something to feed the hungry herd, then toddle off to do the 1001 tasks that go into keeping the household running, and at some point we fall into exhausted insomnia as we prepare to do it all over again tomorrow.
Technology was supposed to help us have more “free time” and be able to do more in less time. However, a couple of observations: First, apparently technology allowed us enough free time to make more of us; Second, since we can do more in less time, instead of taking advantage of lowering the stress load, people are expected to increase their work load and actually work longer to get ever more accomplished.
We bounce from activity to activity with increasing velocity, and the only way we know what our family looks like is when they zing through to grab something to eat. Or we might be able to recognize each other from the tops of our heads as we go through life texting, emailing, or otherwise glued to our gadgets.
We take pills to sleep, feeling groggy in the morning, we guzzle strong coffee and energy drinks, and then wonder why we feel stressed?
Let me be clear, this scenario does NOT apply to everyone. But it is a scenario that I’ve witnessed countless times before.
Somewhere along the way, we seem to have run ourselves into a rut that just keeps getting deeper. Why?
Let me ask a question: When you draw your last breath, will you have accomplished everything that was required, or everything that is important?
Slow down and appreciate living! Take time to breathe something besides the fumes of the rat race rats. Stop kissing ass long enough to actually see the sunshine. Pace yourself! You only get this one life, make it worth remembering.