… doing things which don’t fulfill me.
Is that the lamest response to this prompt ever? Can I be any more mainstream and predictable with that ending? Are you all clicking out already because you are so disappointed in my lack of creativity?
Did you do that big L on your forehead and roll your eyes? (If so, dude, it’s the naughties now, no one does that anymore.)
But this is truth. I am tired of giving energy to things that create hollow emptiness at the end…ESPECIALLY when I have a theory…
Hear me out and feel free to debunk my (not at all highly researched) theory.
I am not talking about trying to get to a life where I don’t have to do crappy chores. Note that I am not finishing this with “I have absolutely no interest in…doing things I don’t like to do.”
Because even those things I don’t like to do can leave me with a feeling of accomplishment. Things like cleaning the bathroom and folding laundry. Let’s face it: those things aren’t FUN but at least when I am done it was all for a reason.
What I am not interested in anymore is doing tasks where I wonder “wait, why am I doing this again?” You know these things. These are the committees you get roped in to because someone was really nice, or you felt a smidge of guilt, or you just couldn’t say no, and then, at the end of it all, you really can’t figure out why you are doing it. You aren’t getting fulfilled, the end product isn’t something great, it doesn’t NEED to be done…you know those things. I know you do.
Maybe this is me giving myself a Get Out of Jail Free card but I truly belive that if I am not being fulfilled by the task, someone out there is probably waiting to do it with a sense of satisfaction. For me? Creating, filling, and sending a newsletter every week for a local organization is a “why am I doing this” moment. For someone else? They see the design, the creation of community, and the dissemination of information and huge public service they love.
Does that sound like a crazy person’s theory? Should I just go live on my own and surround myself with 50 cats and get it all over with?
This is why I think that we all need to live in communes. Or get all Divergent up in here.
Because the tasks that I am good at (organizing, planning, scheduling, time management) I would gladly give in time to help someone else. But Lord if I wouldn’t love to have someone in my house at all times who can complete me by offering craft time, arts (no, Pinterest has not saved me in that way), any sort of math, shopping, technical help, measuring where to place screws when you want to hang things on the wall, and so on.
I could get fulfilled helping others with my skills and wouldn’t they LOVE to be fulfilled by helping me hang the mirrors in the bathroom?
I don’t know, what do you think? Do you think one person’s empty is another person’s full? Maybe instead of considering the same glass we should all be drinking out of different glasses?
Thanks to the hosts of Finish the Sentence Friday for moving life closer to a one of communal living where I don’t have to do math anymore…
Co-host Kellie McKenzie