I’ve had a major life course correction these past few weeks.
Imagine the old me efficiently mastering the tasks of the day in a frenzied zeal of productivity.
Efficiency governed my life.
In fact, I judged the success of each day by how much I could squeeze in. I relished advanced preparation, shortcuts, multi-tasking, checklists, and all the other trappings of a Type A, High I, ENFJ type of woman.
More, more, more! Faster, faster, faster!
But why? Why?
I was cutting up chicken for tomorrow’s pot pie, and I thought about all the time I was saving. But was I really saving time? What was I doing with all this hypothetical time? I was just cramming in more stuff, being ever more efficient, in a stifling, exhausting, and never-ending cycle.
What would happen if I simply weren’t efficient anymore? What would happen if I stopped trying to maximize my productivity?
In a strange and beautiful moment, time froze as I put the pot pie away for another day. I rested my chin on my folded hands and took a deep breath.
There’s no benefit to efficiency if it only keeps you on a treadmill. There’s no benefit to efficiency if it keeps you so future-oriented that you’re never actually enjoying the present moment at all.
Lately, I’m enjoying my tasks in a slow, focused, and present manner. I’m not interested in saving time. I’m interested in living my life fully and joyfully. Efficiency steals that kind of life from me. Efficiency steals peace from my heart.
Besides, it all gets done anyway–at least the important things. Try abandoning efficiency, and you’ll see what I mean.
(I actually don’t see Jesus as efficient in scripture, by the way. Do you?)