So, I was waiting for the elevator the other day, pondering life…
|photo taken at the Lifelike display at the Walker Arts Museum, Minneapolis,
artist: Maurizio Cattelan
And as I pondered (the elevator took FOREVER…) I got to thinking about the busyness and craziness that is this fast-paced, hectic life.
Often I am caught in the cycle and it takes a concerted effort to jump off the hamster wheel to assess what is good and what is plain and simple: busyness.
I would venture guess I might not be the only one, however, just because many of us multi-task, does not make it right.
In some scenarios, multi-tasking is perfectly fine. An example might be eating chocolate, caramel and sea salt all at once. Or, even, enjoying a bottle of wine with friends while you grill out and watch the sunset, laughing and rehashing old memories. These types of “multi-tasking” are beneficial, I would say.
But what about the horrible thing I did to a new friend today when I selfishly put my 2 days worth of dishes from the sink into the dishwasher while the coffee was brewing and as she shared some of her story? Is that an appropriate kind of “multi-tasking?”
NO. It’s not!
Yes, she is the kind of new friend who feels like we’ve known each other a while and there is a level of comfort there. BUT!
I didn’t even have the excuse of gathering clean mugs from the dishwasher for our coffee. The problem is, I hadn’t built in any margin from the previous few days and my mom was coming over to watch Ryan while I headed out to do a video shoot (that literally happened last minute) after having coffee with my friend. I knew if I left the dishes and headed to the shoot, my mom would do them and I didn’t want my mom to have to do my dishes…just because I hadn’t built margin into my life.
Either way, multi-tasking when it comes to relationships is tricky. Multi-tasking while shopping in the grocery store without a written list, also tricky. Phone on one ear, while getting a kid out of a car seat, while holding a diaper bag, purse, coat, sippy cup, and favorite “zebra”, super duper tricky…
Dishes can go 3 days, rather than just two. If I could go back several hours today, I’d say, “Screw the dishes. Sitting face to face the whole time is more important than dishes.”
So, all that to say: If you are grossed out by coming to my house because my dishes aren’t done, but you are looking for a listener, I’m there for you. I learned my lesson today. Dishes will always be with us…genuine heart to heart conversation will not.
Sorry, Tracy…I hope you’ll give me a second chance.
Do you have a multi-tasking story, that, when looking back, you know stole your attention from something much more important and eternal?