What was that?
That was my life.
Zooming along at a million miles an hour. Doing twenty things at once. Distracted. Impatient. Rattling the cage bars. Come on, hurry up!
I have been watching myself this past week, noticing how I take on more and more projects, ideas, how the work piles up – the faster I do it, the more is waiting to be done. Just how many plates can I have spinning on sticks before they come crashing down. The deadlines are building up and breathing down my neck. Deadlines for projects I am excited about. That I really want to do. Yet in chorus they shriek and paw at me, threatening to maul me to death.
I recognise, perhaps a little belatedly, that I am a complete workaholic – like my father before me – and, I get a sense, his mother before him. I get my deepest pleasure and fulfillment from my work. And I exhaust myself doing it. Racing around. Being mindful…ly mad!
So much for the Year of Enough – it lasted about a week!!!
So, once more I am recommitting myself to it. Even if just for today!
“Before Buddha awakened under the Bodhi Tree, he wasn’t dealing with
spam, computer viruses, voicemail, insurance claims, credit
ratings, childcare, coordinating busy schedules, or any of the
other complexities we face on a daily basis.
Human life has improved tremendously in so many important ways, and
yet in other respects, we face challenges to our serenity and
happiness that could scarcely have been dreamed of three thousand