The last few days have been the kind of weekend sprint I try to avoid. You know the type — you had the day packed back-to-back with activities that were supposed to be fun and restful but instead were stressful and exhausting because you tried to cram in too many of them. And the weekends are just the precursor for this sort of thing happening in a different form on the weekdays, too.
My biggest problem with this kind of living isn’t the stress — although that’s not fun after awhile either. It’s that such a fast-paced, activities packed life doesn’t leave any time and space in the margins for creativity or to even, well, think. It’s just go, go, go.
How is a human supposed to get anything purposeful done, much less figure out when and how to get outside with such an action-packed life?
Because living life well doesn’t just mean going with the flow. It means making life meaningful. But it’s a sick cycle. You can’t find meaning if you aren’t taking time to look for it, and you can’t look for it if you are busy every waking moment.
And that’s why I force myself to take a brain hard reset. Let me explain.