I am breaking up with you. Sorry, it’s not me, it’s you.
In fact, I am breaking up with the band and going solo. Please let Time Management, Goal Setting, Getting Things Done and Busyness know while I appreciate their companionship, I have to move on.
You see I’ve had a bit of an epiphany.
I’m becoming increasingly aware of the disparities I see in who I want to be (and, by extension, how I want to live), and the pressures of our society that there is a ‘right way’ to attain this lofty goal.
Not to put too fine a point on it, but you guys are pretty much the problem here.
You keep me on my toes and forging ahead like a ship at full steam not realising I am more like a houseboat and don’t have the pedal-to-the-metal kind of engine.
You guys pour steps and ideas and procedures down my throat like medicine but I’m pretty sure it’s poisoning my soul. Like arsenic.
And for goodness sake, I just can’t buy into the calendarised life anymore. It just doesn’t work in this new normal I’m facing and you keep me distracted by this when my fingers could be pounding out creative ideas at a rate of knots.
And that’s not really fair, is it? I’m sure you can find a new friend who has an Energiser Bunny constitution and the drive of Bill Gates who will appreciate your efforts.
I know you’ll be shocked and hurt but I have to be brutal. This is one of those make or break moments in my life; a crossroads – an opportunity for me to leave behind the time management devotee, GTD loving people pleaser and reconnect with the mindful, intuitive, creative spirit that’s been patiently waiting for me like an old friend who knew I would eventually run out of puff trying to keep up with you guys.
You’re cramping my style
I’m sorry, but we just can’t stay friends any longer. I know we’ve done life together for as long as I can recall thoughts, but you’re cramping my style.
I can’t hear Creativity when you’re in my ear about getting things done. I miss Mindful’s nudges when my hands and feet are driven by my to do list and I keep snoozing Intuition’s subtle tones in favour of my end-of-day results.
The bottom line is I need these guys more than I need you. It’s counterintuitive, probably, and I’ll lose my productivity status, but I am willing to sacrifice it if it means I find myself again.
Oh, and can you tell Analytics and SEO it was fun while it lasted, but hey, we weren’t on each other’s Christmas list, so I won’t be seeing them around either.
Gotta go, the birds are calling.
Cheers and thanks for the ride – it was a blast while it lasted!