Verbalizing Trauma
I confess, I’m task-oriented.
I get a thrill when I accomplish a lot of work, thinking that the more tasks I finish,
the more successful and happy I will be. Working validates my existence.
Or I used to feel this way.
Now, not so much. I’ve come to see that tasks are empty boxes if they don’t
directly help others. My wife’s death made this clear. There is never an
end to the number of tasks that need to be done, but people don’t live forever.
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I feel like its a sign that I read this post tonight because I was just in my kitchen a little while ago thinking that I don't spend enough time with my loved ones. I do too much blogging and housework and not enough quality relationship building time with any of my kids or my husband. I got to thinking about how when I am dying, I am not going to wish I had more time to blog. I am going to wish I had more time with my family . And then I read this post and its just like the extra little kick I need to start getting my priorities straightened out.
ReplyDeleteThere are so many interesting things we can do each day, and many of them are good and worthwhile. That's the problem for me. I'm curious about so much. But I realize that I can't do everything I want, and to just to start in each day on one of them ultimately isn't that affirming. As you say, it helps to get our priorities straightened out.
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