Okay. Today’s Challenge: *WASTE* Five Minutes
One of my new things (of which there are many these days–I feel sort of adolescent, changing & growing & trying new things faster than I can keep up with, in a good way) is wasting time. Wasting it: spending it lavishly, staring into space, wandering around the block, sitting on the kitchen floor eating blueberries with Mac.
My goal upon returning to real life after lake life is to keep my summer heart—my flexible, silly, ready-to-play, ever-so-slightly irresponsible heart. What I’ve been delighted to find is that it’s not that my real life is all wrong, by any means—it’s not that I’m doing work I hate or that I’m ill-fit for the life we’ve made. It’s that for all sorts of reasons, I default to hustle mode all too often. Hustle is the opposite of heart.
And so one of the tiny little things I’m learning to do is waste time. Strategically avoid strategy, for five minutes at a time. Intentionally not be intentional about every second. Have no purpose—on purpose. See what I did there? I could go all day…
In my creative/freelance/work from home/sort of always working–sort of never working world, there are lots of conversations about how to do it better/faster/smarter. How to streamline, multi-task, layer, balance, flow, juggle. How to monetize, strategize, and on and on. Good stuff. Necessary stuff.
But my jam these days is wasting time, playing, becoming aware of that internal engine that always wants to go faster, faster, faster. That engine is not the best part of me. My heart is the best part of me. I’m so committed to keeping this summer heart, this heart I’ve recovered, and I’m finding that one of the keys for me is wasting time.
So that’s my challenge for you: waste five minutes today. And then come back and tell me how it felt. What did you do? How did your heart feel?
What would our lives be like if our days were studded by tiny, completely unproductive, silly, non-strategic, wild and beautiful five minute breaks, reminders that our days are for loving and learning and laughing, not for pushing and planning, reminders that it’s all about the heart, not about the hustle?