procrastinating and distraction
okay, so most people would call procrastination and distraction bad things. I have come to believe otherwise. No, this is not a cheeky way to defend my late paper ( I don't have a late paper, thank you.) But an actual musing straight from (gasp) my mind.
when I am procrastinating, I am very productive. Today, while putting off my take home midterm, I swept the kitchen, did laundry, dishes, cleaned my room, cleaned the office, and basically made the house look pretty again. My parents came home today to a clean house. Oh, yes, they went away, but now they're back. No, you didn't miss the party.
Distraction is a beautiful thing. Yes, it makes you vulnerable to endless ribbing by your coworkers, makes you give up sleep time, and makes you spend money on gas driving to distant suburbs, but sometimes, it's worth it. Sometimes, distraction is what makes you remember what really matters. Distraction is what makes you stop and smell the flowers, recognize the smile on your best friends faces, and praise God for the blessings He has showered upon you.
Yesterday I was part of a dialogue about coincidence. "God's way of remaining anonymous". It's cheezy, but brutally true. I tend to look at my life as a series of logical steps. A moment logically leads to the event that takes place next. Any deviation from the pattern is a distraction, a procrastination. But that is not true. God is shaking me up, erasing the straight line that I have foolishly drawn for myself, and scribbling a wavy line that dips and twirls for me to tiptoe along. No, my steps are not sure and straight, but they are filled with that nervous anticipation of what lies around the next curve. I am not supposed to be sure, confidant, and self-reliant. I am made for community, communion, and trust in one thing. Him.
Blessed be.
when I am procrastinating, I am very productive. Today, while putting off my take home midterm, I swept the kitchen, did laundry, dishes, cleaned my room, cleaned the office, and basically made the house look pretty again. My parents came home today to a clean house. Oh, yes, they went away, but now they're back. No, you didn't miss the party.
Distraction is a beautiful thing. Yes, it makes you vulnerable to endless ribbing by your coworkers, makes you give up sleep time, and makes you spend money on gas driving to distant suburbs, but sometimes, it's worth it. Sometimes, distraction is what makes you remember what really matters. Distraction is what makes you stop and smell the flowers, recognize the smile on your best friends faces, and praise God for the blessings He has showered upon you.
Yesterday I was part of a dialogue about coincidence. "God's way of remaining anonymous". It's cheezy, but brutally true. I tend to look at my life as a series of logical steps. A moment logically leads to the event that takes place next. Any deviation from the pattern is a distraction, a procrastination. But that is not true. God is shaking me up, erasing the straight line that I have foolishly drawn for myself, and scribbling a wavy line that dips and twirls for me to tiptoe along. No, my steps are not sure and straight, but they are filled with that nervous anticipation of what lies around the next curve. I am not supposed to be sure, confidant, and self-reliant. I am made for community, communion, and trust in one thing. Him.
Blessed be.