It’s been a while since I’ve posted something under “Life,” so I thought I’d ruminate a little bit about stuff that’s been on my mind as of late.
And that stuff has to do with priorities.
As in: How have our calendars become so cluttered with junk that we don’t get to spend time on the things (and people) we want to?
I’m the ultimate master of juggling multiple balls (or buzzing chainsaws or flaming babies). Somehow, my grad school-induced ADHD seems to be right at home when I have multiple irons in the fire. Par example, I finished my dissertation, got a puppy, and bought a condo within the span of a few months. Because I am apparently a shark, keeping still is not an option for me.
I’d like to think that I find some personal value in all the crap I’m involved in—that I somehow feel better about my self-worth because of how busy I am. And maybe there’s a tiny part of me that likes feeling necessary.
But in truth, I just get bored easily.
Thankfully, I’ve been able to master channeling my energies only into good things (after all, getting bored easily is both exciting and dangerous).
But still, I’m sometimes surprised when I look at my Google calendar and find that I can’t have a few beers with a buddy or that I can’t schedule a winery tour until late August/early September.
I imagine that as we get older, priorities change because we value things (and again, people) differently as time goes on. I think it’s probably just as important to take the next step and make sure that our resources—in this case, time and money—are regularly realigned with those changing priorities.