If you’ve been around here recently, you will have noticed that I’ve been feeling a bit squeezed.
Well, ok–a little more than a bit: quite a lot, actually. And there are reasons for this; chiefly:
The lack of margin. I have a life–as you do, too–that’s rather full of pressing urgencies–the tyranny of the merely urgent, if you will.
Mine have to do with work, family, parenting–in short, normal life life obligations that seem to have taken over, and squeezed the life out of me. (Don’t get me wrong: I love my family).
For example, when my wife and I don’t take the time to slow down, spend some quiet together, things get… (If you’re married, you know). We get short, terse–there’s a palpable tension coloring the tenor of our home.
Why is this? I suspect, again like you, that we are so busy doing our respective duties that we forget to breath. We lay aside the things that nourish our souls for the sake of getting that next thing done, making that next play in Words With Friends. 😉 We are living in the margins–instead of building in a margin.
Filling our lives with marginalia, rather than filling in the page. I suspect we are not alone in this.
How about you? Are you in the margin, or building in margins?