I work too much.
I didn’t embrace this truth until this week, when I fell asleep early evening and was late to the next task on my agenda. I was overworked.
Why is busyness so appealing? How does it draw in so many young people, just to drain the life out of them? It creates destructive habits and never gives the mind rest. Busyness doesn’t care about the person it consumes. Instead, it teaches them that their schedule is more important than their well-being. It makes them forget who they are.
I don’t think God ever called us to simply be busy. He created our body to require rest and our mind to require peace. There is nothing productive or enjoyable about constant tiredness, stress or juggling infinite tasks. We don’t even get a prize for it.
There’s a reason God blessed us with the command of a Sabbath day, and there is a reason Jesus commanded his disciples to drop what they were doing to follow Him — life is so much more than our labor.
We forget this. Especially as college students. We run after every resume-building opportunity and accept every paying job because we feel we need it. We think that’s what we need to be successful. However, if there is anything I have learned this semester, it is that there is such thing as too much of a good thing.
I had the privilege of reading Arianna Huffington’s book this semester. Huffington, founder of the Huffington Post, writes that the true success if about well-being and reconnecting with oneself. In order to “thrive,” we must first look to ourselves, remember our talents and embrace our creativity and desires for our lives.
“We think, mistakenly, that success is the result of the amount of time we put in at work, instead of the quality of time we put in.”
― Arianna Huffington,
Earlier this week, my roommate and I spontaneously skipped chapel (my school requires daily chapel for students). We had begun a conversation over our morning coffee — a first for us — and decided continuing that was more important than the tasks we had scheduled.
We talked about our dreams, our families and our struggles. We discussed God’s mission in our lives and how He has planted a missionary seed in both of us. Between conversation and caffeine, our friendships, spirits and minds were well nourished. God was with us, and He blessed us.
I wonder what would have happened if neither of us put down the papers we were originally studying instead of chatting. Sometimes I wish we lived in more of a polychronic culture. Isn’t that how God lives, after all?
“For a day in your courts is better than a thousand elsewhere.”