Pleasepleaseplease remember that, despite every Pinterest board you’ve ever set your eyes on: Your life is not actually measured by the number of breaths you take, or (WAIT FOR IT) “by the moments that take your breath away.”… But, rather, your life is measured by—surprise!—absolutely nothing at all.
(And that incredibly optimistic message is the one I wanted to shower you with today.)
Look. Nobody’s grading you. Nobody’s keeping score. Nobody’s sitting behind the curtain, waiting to reveal you as some evil fraud. And if we’re being honest? You’ve been so busy that you don’t even know what your life is measured by, either.
All you’ve been thinking about lately are the things your business is measured by. Subscribers. Sales numbers. Profit margins. Stats.
But what about the number of inside jokes you have with your lover? Have you been measuring those? Or the number of times “Achy Breaky Heart” came on the radio and you belted out every single (godawful) word? How about the number of minutes you actually spent admiring the Christmas tree this year? Did you even spend any? Or the days when—shocker—you didn’t open the computer?
I call this the curse of what could I have done or what should I have done with my time? And I am as guilty of it as anyone.
We don’t have to measure everything we do. Not all activities need to be productive. So what if you want to spend a Saturday afternoon immersed alone with a book. Who cares if you want to write a short story for your friends’ entertainment or play rounds of video games with your son. These moments count. They count for ourselves, our sanity, and our friendships.
I urge everyone to make time for yourself. Make time for your loved ones. Let it be “unproductive,” whatever that means. Be a kid again.
Reminds me of what Ferris Bueller said: “Life moves pretty fast. You don’t stop and look around once in awhile, you could miss it.”