The day has just started and I haave 24 new emails.
I don’t have time to fix that typo...
The Wikipedia entry for distraction is here. It's basically "divided attention."
Here are 2 pics from that page.
I fought to read today’s entry in Chambers’ My Utmost for His Highest. (I at least know this much, that if I don’t establish the “rule” of connecting with God first thing, my freedom from anxiety in this fight will be forfeit all day.)
I do have to engage the battle. But I don’t have to do it alone.
In Quiet, Susan Cain uses the example of Seth Klarman, one of the great investors of our time, who said he’s "a big fan of fear and, in investing, it’s clearly better to be scared than sorry." Klarman is a world-class worrier, according to the NYT, and he owns a racehorse called “Read the Footnotes.” During the stock market crash, he stuck to his guns and bought when everyone else was panicking. His style is an example of the value of waiting quietly when the world seems to be telling you to rush ahead.
There's another great book called One Thousand Gifts by Ann Voskamp about learning to stop and write the simple gifts right in front of you. This little book has been my antidote to distraction for 4 years now, like C.S. Lewis, convincing me to slow down and go deeper, but also showing me how to take tangible, practical, daily steps toward the better stuff of life, in the midst of anxiety and chaos.
Fear and anxiety can make us feel ill-equipped by nature, by God. But according to Cain in Quiet, not rushing ahead in the face of strong potential rewards, i.e. maintaining a strong respect for risk and uncertainty, is a powerful, maybe the most powerful predictor of success.
I should check those emails...oh, 2 text messages now...
We need not see distractions as all bad. In fact, in our morning pages today, Sheri and I decided to try an experiment to hold one thing we wanted insight on today. Mine was "distraction."
My hunch is this experiment might help me avoid getting bent out of shape by life’s (and wife’s) interruptions.
Is it any wonder I get frustrated when a practical matter like kids' violin practice or dinner is more pressing?
And though I’m deeply in love with my wife, when I’m hot on the trail of some flash of lacking insight I think God's offering me, I could even turn down a kiss from the love of my life.
I’m happily married, thank God. But yes, this has actually happened.
Obviously not a happy marriage thanks to me.
It’s only with help from some much more level heads--my wife's, parents', friends', even kids'--that I’ve managed to organize my manic mind into some still-very-loose structure (I'd bust out of anything more restrictive).
Work is calling...people waiting...I really should go do something...
Shhh...it's okay. Even so, it isn’t as though my “Noodlings” file isn’t full to overflowing with the brain batter that flings every which way when I’m hot on the trail of a flash of lacking insight (let’s just go ahead and shorten this cumbersome phrase to “HotToFoLI” to save time--which also conjures “hot to trot,” “hot to fly,” as in, my desire to escape this mortal coil and join the spirit in the sky, and “hot to follow” white rabbits of curiosity...also it rhymes with Hot Tamales which are the bomb even if they're no match for Atomic Fireballs. And yes, all of this is applicable.)
But most of all, HotToFoLI is folly. Of the highest order.
It will ruin me. In fact, it has threatened to many times.
There’s nothing wrong with excitement and passion. But when it isn’t kept in check, it can do unspeakable damage. If this needles you in any way, you probably have some apologies to make like I do (and don’t get distracted from the point, but remember to actually follow through with that conviction when we’re done here--it could be very rewarding).
Not only can our excitement overwhelm some of the great wonders of the universe—people we love, and especially sensitive people we’re probably married to, parent, and call friends—we can so dominate them that we drive them away. You know of what I speak.
Trust me, you don’t want distraction to ruin your life. Learn my lesson and learn to submit. As Chambers says, “Obedience is the natural life of a child.” Stop trying to be an "adult." Accept your limitations.
You are not a superhero and you can't catch all the opportunities raining from the sky.
Listen: you don't have to catch it all. You can not catch them all.
So calm down, Junior Executive. Calm down, Missionary Jane. Relax, Hot-to-Trot Author.
Don’t let the endless shadow missions distract you from your true work—this primary job you were given to be right where you are today, swaddled by your Dad...your flailing appendages tight in his straightjacket of love...