So very true:
I snuggled my youngest son at bedtime that night, because he asked. I snuggled him even though your email was calling, and some part of me wanted to pull away from the tedium of bedtime and reply. Replying would have felt fresh and new, while bedtime felt old and stale, although it has grown far less demanding of late, with no more reading out loud and no more splashing baths, many of which I spent answering emails, which was fine, because there were so many bedtimes and so many baths, so very, very many of them, until suddenly there weren’t, although there were still a lot of emails.via New York Times
I love this writer’s perspective and it’s a fresh reminder of how much madness we have in our lives – especially madness that we’ve literally allowed to take over and that we’ve explicitly invited into our lives to wreck havoc.
This challenges me to even reconsider where I’ve situated myself within my own home because my workstation and my work is smack dab in the middle of the kitchen! I had a photoshoot yesterday and you can see where I am, clear as crystal:
I literally do my work in the very center and heart of where my family lives and finds their sustenance… and yet it’s a constant, visual, and visceral reminder that I’m choosing my work (including email) over many, many things, through the morning, the day, the evening, and into the late-late night.
Ooph, kind of hits me in the gut.
The space in our tiny, little home here in San Francisco, is limited and there aren’t really any very good options or alternatives for my working environment at the moment, but, I’m going to think through this because the girls comment often on how I will prioritize my work over them. I know that a visual change won’t solve anything but it might reduce some of the madness.
And I’m all about madness reduction.