You won’t see this as a news headline, but you should:
SOCIETY IS SICK WITH THE DISEASE OF BUSYNESS!
Being overbooked has somehow become a badge of honor. And I’m no saint.
When I was 22 I scribbled this well-meaning task at the top of my to-do list:
Walk into a nursing home. Ask the staff to nominate their loneliest visitor. Knock on an unsuspecting stranger’s door. Show up and listen.
My intention was to deliver some light and love to a wise soul who had been tucked away in a quiet room. To assure them they had not been forgotten.
But busy days weaved themselves together to form busy weeks. Those busy weeks compounded to create chaotic months. Before I knew it, I had stacked up a bunch of where-the-heck-did-they-go years.
Isn’t it ironic how the most important things in our lives tend to get scheduled with the scraps of what’s left over after the rest of world takes what it wants?
Fast forward five years.
At 27, I decided it was time to start living the story I wanted to look back on.
My calendar would now include more than conference calls, work deadlines, and other people’s needs.
I walked through the front doors of a nursing home in my neighborhood on a rare, uncomfortably cold Texas winter evening. The staff scanned their roster looking for a resident who was “visitor deprived.” Their nomination sat quietly in room 202.
I walked nervously through [Read more…]