A Season To Be Mired in Quicksand
To everything there is a season, we are told:
A time for effective and meaningful engagement inÂ a full life; and a time to be mired up to your acetabulum in an unending, onerous, complex, emotionally draining and impossible slog through quicksand.
There is a time for effortless, natural progression from passion to passion; and a time for soul-sucking, bizarre and out of control obligation to duty.
I, as you might have guessed, I find myself in the second of these seasonal possibilities.
Way busy; stressed; uncertain; sad; exhausted; and not all that agreeable to be around.
So when the going gets tough, the tough (or even wimps like me) get doodling.
Yep, I have recently spent a bit of our children’s inheritance and purchased an iPad Pro with Apple Pencil. And when I should be creating agendas, sending out Doodle polls, writing complex position statements toward conflict resolution or otherwise moving forward toward one mission statement or another, I pull out the pad and pen and do the visual version of nothing at all.
A better person would feel regret and shame at such a retreat from responsibility. Me, I lean into purposelessness–with some flare and success, I add in all modesty.
So fire me.