Life seems very busy for me these days. I don’t know if there is any one cause. Is it just my own nature to add more to my to do list? Could it be that as I move up the ladder at work my responsibilities take over more of my thoughts? Is this just what happens as you near 40? What about my kids? Are they the ones who are making me busy?
I look back on my 20s when I was finishing college and entering the work force. I felt as though I had so much going on, so much to do. During those same years I saw all the movies I wanted, never missed “must see tv” on Thursday nights, and was able to read every Jordan, Martin, or Goodkind book. What I would give today to find a time not just to read more than one chapter of a Sigler novel at a sitting, but that by taking that time I wasn’t missing something else critical. Well, in my 20s, I was also convinced that it was only a matter of time before I was able to achieve greatness. The world was my oyster.
In my 30s, I decided to strive harder to accomplish more. I made the deliberate decision that there are sights I would like to see, experiences I wanted to have, goals to achieve, stories to tell, money to save, lessons to teach, and dreams to chase. I think this is it – allow me to elaborate.
I push myself in multiple directions. Spending time with my kids, and helping them grow into the best adult they can be, is a prime motivator for me. It’s why I spend almost an hour at night talking to them about their “best and worst” parts and helping provide what wisdom I can. On the physical side, I am a solid 30 pounds overweight. I spend an hour a day exercising, and what feels like an hour a day worried about what I eat and whether or not my minor insulin resistance is going to turn into something much worse. After having been laid off in the 2008 economic crash, I vowed never again to be dependent upon income from my main job, and thus spend time focused on investments and passive income. Not that I ignore my existing job. I put in my hours in a place where if I get rated “very strong” verses “strong” there is a several thousand dollar difference in income. I volunteer. I mow the lawn (half the year). I fold laundry. I clean the bathroom before company comes over.
I guess it really is, as Green Day says, it all keeps adding up. There isn’t one thing that makes me busy, it’s everything. It goes to reason that by the same token, simply changing one thing won’t make me feel as though I have a miraculous amount of free time. Could it be that, if I reminded myself of why I’m busy, why I invest, why I volunteer, that then my tasks would feel less like burdens? Would remembering my purpose lift the weight off my shoulders? Or, as it has been suggested, maybe I should just go back to watching must see tv?
Let me know what you think?
BTW, Scott Sigler (mentioned above) is my new favorite author. His book The Rookie is a story about the future of football after the alien invasion. You should check it out sometime.