Sing it With Me

When you close your eyes do you see - rows of numbers -  like corn growing for miles along stretches of Illinois roads? Or do you see serene lakes with the shimmer of the sun setting, casting a soft golden glow on the rippling waters?

Can you shift from one vision to the next when your mind is vexed from too much time with tables of figures and indexes that have become a jumble?

I am finding as the days get longer and the lists of numbers appear to get longer and more complex that they flow inward - requiring that I focus to clear my mind and find that inner space of calm and serenity.

It is difficult to make quality personal decisions when caught up in the pace of the world.  Hard to choose well about diet, exercise or sleep.  Hard to open yourself to dialogue that is not centered on keeping up with the demands on your time.  The hour glass seems to spin faster, as if the grains that mark the flow of time have gotten finer and can slip more quickly through making minutes seconds and hours minutes.  Time  that is such a precious commodity is lost and as we all know  - we cannot get it back.

Yet even knowing this, I find myself driving harder, and closing off more in an effort to accomplish the magical feat of getting the job done.  Turning more and more inward, and finding less and less to  turn to as the numbers begin to fill up the space.

And today I just had to ask - what do I see when I close my eyes? And could I control that image anymore?  I don't want to be that person who has no vision beyond the slim tunnel of my job.  yet in this time and place I feel as if that I am becoming just that.  A very limited human.  And not much being in that life at all.

So I think, that workload or not , I needed to take the time out to express a bit of what I see and feel - and perhaps uncap what I am holding in - To free my vision again - and make myself open to more than just the numbers I am drowning in.

I hope that for those of you who live on the accelerated path of professional life - you will recognize the danger of which I write.  And that you will also take a moment to breathe.  To slow down - even if it is only long enough to recognize what you are doing.  It may be enough to help you find your way back to yourself - Well at least after busy season..........

To all the work-a-holics that I have known before.........Time to come out from behind that door.....

Sing it with me now................