I read something the other day that inspired me to touch on the things that may not be worth returning to normal again. Life has slowed down, drastically. The past few weeks have allowed for times of solace through writing, reflection and building for the future. Realizing how much time I spend worrying about trivial things. The time spent worrying less, commuting less, rushing less, overall fewer “time fillers” have allowed more time for reflection and building personal growth, which is much more valuable than any career could offer. 

Less time spent raiding the refrigerator for whatever pathetic lunch I’ll pack myself to pick at in my drab cubicle the next day, only to eat half of and pitch the rest in the trash. So much of our time is wasted stressing, worrying and wondering about a job that wouldn’t even blink twice if you left your four pin pushers of bullshit. 

Less hurry and more reflecting. Fewer mandatory meetings that could have been easily summed up by a two-sentence email, freeing up time that could mean more things you can do for the goodness of your soul.

Sure, your office phone would still ring off of the hook with a Becky who just wants to gossip, a Laura with endless questions that turn into policies, and even a Mary who dotes over her participation in the community and what a “good person” she is for attending church regularly, and baby-sitting her grandchildren. None of that is necessarily wrong, but it certainly isn’t my kind of right. After scanning papers for the majority of my career life and enduring paper-cuts that only seem to hurt when a glob of hand sanitizer touches them, I have to say:

There. Has. Got. To. Be. A. Bigger. Plan.

Than being a human xerox machine and envisioning the fax machine catapulting out of the fourth story window as it incessantly beeps “line unavailable”. These are troubling times, but it makes you realize how fragile life really is every single day, and as you take time to slow down, you may just stumble upon the rediscovery of the person you were before the “time fillers” came along. You may realize where your mortgage payment goes monthly and living there is more valuable than just visiting and driving home in a fog of computer coma. After pulling into your driveway stressing, worrying and then wondering just how in the hell you drove and auto-piloted your way home. It’s time to plan a bigger plan and feed your soul what it has deserved for so long.