My life for the past couple weeks has been in fast mode. I’ve had to make quick decisions, had very little downtime and my responsibilities and commitments have seemingly been back-to-back at almost a non-stop pace. My thoughts have cycled between circumstance to responsibility to need to task lists to schedules… When will I get to sit and breathe again?
Things fall through the cracks.
People are let down.
Balls are dropped.
Plates are shattered.
Work is minimized to a sub-par standard.
Excellence is sacrificed.
Being present isn’t even an option.
Your mind w a n d e r s, constantly thinking through the day’s schedule.
Deadlines are missed.
Can I squeeze this in somewhere?
Everything is spinning, going, running, moving, happening, non-stop, got to keep going, no time to be still.
Did I forget something?
I can imagine if I were to survey all of you reading this, most of you would completely understand the pace of life I just described and the weight of anxiousness it places on you. Your mind races, you can’t be still because you have so much to get done in so little time, and don’t even think about getting to bed early cause that’s when you can finally get stuff done uninterrupted!
I get it. I absolutely get it.
Last night I decided to force myself to have an hour of quiet. Honestly I felt like if I didn’t take that hour, I might just have a breakdown and quit all of my current responsibilities just so I could have some room.
That hour of quiet turned into 12 hours of quiet. Yes, TWELVE! I fell asleep and woke up at 6am. For the first time in weeks, I woke up ready. I woke up realizing that I needed that reset time. The quiet and stillness, did something.
Even though I didn’t check anything off my to-do list or handle any of my responsibilities or relational commitments during the 9 hours I laid in the bed, I woke up in a much better mental state to take care of those things. I was able to spend the first few hours of my day with Jesus and then cleaning and doing laundry and even writing!
I stopped to think fast, but it wasn’t the same as when I thought fast before.
The word “fast” can represent a speed but it can also represent the absence of something.
When I switched my thoughts from thinking fast (speed) to thinking fast (remove something), I discovered a clarity and rejuvenation that I hadn’t had in weeks.
I fasted from the thoughts of “what do I need to do next?” “Did I take care of this?” “Is so and so ok?” “I need to check on this or look into that.”
I fasted from all that was overwhelming my thoughts and life, quieting myself for what was supposed to be an hour and as a result got 12 hours of quiet, rest, and solitude. I am now positioned better for the week that lies ahead. It is now crucial that I don’t allow the seemingly defaulted nature of fast-paced living to creep back in this week. Even if I just take an hour at the end of each day or start of each morning, I know that it will make a huge difference.
When is the last time you thought “fast” and pressed pause to reset and focus?
We are less effective when we work with clouded minds and overly packed schedules. Take a moment to stop, breathe, reset and rest, even if just for an hour, you just may end up with more than you anticipated.