In a recent post, I laid out my thoughts and plan for refocusing my time and energy at the start of this new year. So far, I’m pleased to say that, while I haven’t yet completely extricated myself from previous commitments I’d made, I’ve been clear-minded and steadfast in saying “no” more often in the last few weeks, with the ultimate goal of saying “yes” to some bigger, better and ultimately more impactful things.
Let me just say – it feels great.
On New Year’s Eve, I sent out hellos and wishes to many of the important people in my life, as well as asking what each was up to for their celebrations across the country. It sure can make a guy feel as old as he probably really is, hearing from most of your friends that they are staying in on New Year’s Eve, watching a movie, and going to bed early.
An exception among the hum-drum was Chad, who sent back a short text with an image:
I’ve always said … nothing conveys a fun night on the town quite like a picture of some kid you’ve never met sitting in the back seat of someone’s car holding a radiation-green, buck-toothed, neon-pink-eyed, franken-frog-rabbit plush toy.
Nothing like it, I tell you.
In the next day or so, Chad and I caught up by phone. He’d read and “LOVED!” that weekend’s blog post; and I, of course, had gotten the gist of his New Year’s extravaganza via the picture of the Franken-Frog-Rabbit Kid. But we had a bit of time and were in the mood to fill such gaps as remained in our stories.
I’m not much of a partier when it comes to New Year’s Eve. Instead, I’ve made a tradition out of staying home and investing time doing something I’d like to be doing more of in the year ahead. This is not a resolution, per se; it’s just a fun way to reassess and to start the new year off feeling ramped up and ready to go.
This year, while there are many worthwhile things I could have chosen as my New Year’s Eve focus in relation to the book and my goals there, my whole being was set on music for some reason.
For those of you who don’t know this about me, I’m also a singer/songwriter. In fact, I used to record and perform out, writing sometimes two or three songs a week for decades. (I even share some … er … interesting … lyrics from my early teen years in “Chapter 6: Happiness” of The Best Advice So Far.) But as time has moved on, my central focus has shifted to other things. Still, music is and always has been a huge part of who I am.
And so I was telling Chad that this year, music was my siren call. I found myself missing times past when I had friends in the area who owned studios – real ones, not just bedroom setups – and we’d hang out there for hours on end, dreaming, writing, playing with ideas, laying down tracks and, often, walking away with a song we’d created together. Even just thinking about it again now, I get that kind of longing that feels like bubbles rising in seltzer, spreading out through my soul: the longing to create something from nothing.
But those friends of yesteryear have all moved to other states now. It’s hard to believe that it’s been more than a decade since I’ve had the experience of collaborating in the live environment like that over music. So this year, as others were gallivanting shamelessly about with stuffed bucked-toothed companions, I was home searching the Internet for musicians and studios in the Greater Boston area, listening through their music and connecting through email or social media with those who seemed they might be good matches. Not only was this fun and inspiring for me, it was productive. I’ve connected with a handful of cool people and am hopeful that I’ll find myself in the studio creating SOMETHINGS out of *nothings* again soon.
Well, this is all very cool (at least for me). But I’ve not yet gotten to the really important bit – the part where Chad said something so simple yet so profound that it’s stuck with me since, guiding many a choice and conversation.
I may have even heard the words before and assented to them. I can’t remember. What he said was so compact and full of truth that I imagine the Internet must be teeming with memes of it. But for some reason, it struck me differently this time – as if for the first time. It sounded … well, life-changing.
And, man, do I love positive, life-changing stuff.
If you’re already familiar with this quote, I’d challenge you to not just read it again or even to nod your head and agree, but to consider it anew, however it is that you do that.
Write it down and focus on it for a day.
Center your meditation on it.
If you journal, try writing about it.
Discuss it with a positive person in your life.
So here’s what Chad said, in essence:
Instead of saying “I don’t have time” or “I’m too busy,”
try saying “That’s not a priority for me.”
I don’t know about you, but in the moment he shared that with me, it felt like being woken from a sound sleep and having your head plunged into a bucket of ice water.
I wanted to say, “That’s just motivational mumbo-jumbo that sounds cool.”
I wanted to say, “No, that’s not really true. Look, here’s an example.”
Thing is, I couldn’t really come up with a legitimate counter. Even, say, missing your daughter’s dance recital due to work doesn’t earn a free pass here. Working those hours, making that money, keeping that job … were a priority over going to the dance recital. It’s as simple and economical as that. This wouldn’t be to say that you don’t love your daughter or that you don’t support her in dance; but by its very nature, it does say that the job/time/money were more important than being at the recital. And that may be a perfectly reasonable and sound decision.
Only you know the truth about you and your choices. And only I know that about my choices, about the difference between priorities set by true need – and priorities motivated by something else entirely.
A Pavlovian feeling of uneasiness unless I keep the powerful or emotionally draining people appeased at all times (at the expense of considering those who can’t give me something back or who don’t complain quite so loudly).
A never-ending quest for status or position.
A focus on material things over personal relationships.
A failure to consider the things that are important to other people besides myself.
A failure to consider other people besides myself at all.
For me, I realized that my struggle for the latter half of 2015 was actually considering myself, my time and my own goals as a priority.
It wasn’t an obvious thing. I wasn’t walking around feeling “less than.” But by my own choices as to what I took on in life, when aligned against what Chad said about “too busy” meaning “not a priority,” the thing I’d been too busy to spend time on … was me.
I’d gotten into a habit of essentially saying, “Your time is a higher priority than my time.”
“Your goals and dreams are a higher priority than my goals and dreams.”
“Your happiness is a higher priority than my own happiness.”
And if I’m being completely honest here, there’s something about those statements that feels right. It feels righteous and good.
It’s utter rubbish, of course; but it feels like it should be true – that good people, nice people, ought to think this way.
I know the truth. And that is not truth, however “right” it feels based on past dysfunction in our lives. However “right” others may tell us it is. However good they may tell us we are when we live this way (especially when they are the ones wanting priority at the moment).
In case you’ve forgotten my challenge – stop. Think. Write it down. Determine to ponder what it means to you where you are right now:
“I’m too busy for that” really means “That’s not a priority for me.”
What important people, goals, dreams and values have you been “too busy” for lately? What new choices will you make to reset those priorities?