Excessive Doing. A Rant

We justify our existence by being excessively busy, and regaling others of how we fill our time with our exceedingly important tasks. Endless To Do lists prevail, whether these be in the home or at work; let’s face it, usually both. I sometimes have lists and sub categories in my To Do Lists. A wise Chaplain pointed out to me once the importance of BEING, as opposed to doing, all the time. I suppose the clue is in the name, we are human BEINGS after all. This obviously does not mean that we sit around contemplating our navels all day, but that we allow ourselves some down time and reflection.

At other times though I can be chronically inert; not through laziness but by a crippling self-doubt which emerges, gremlin like, snidely suggesting that I needn’t bother trying at all, since I’ll probably make a haims of it anyway. This actually has the opposite effect of not doing anything because of the horrible negative energy, which renders one miserable.

One answer may be to concentrate on one area at a time, and try to do a decent enough job, as opposed to doing 3 things badly. I would be guilty of the latter, frequently not bringing my A-game to the job at hand, because I’m making a shambles while I multi-task. The result is being late, burning dinners, failing to proof-read and publishing crap, the usual pitfalls of busyness. So maybe we do a couple of things on our lists well, and take gratification for a job well done, and then allow ourselves to relax properly later. Preferably with wine.

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