Could it be that we’re so harried, so unhappy, so stressed because we’ve forgotten the simple pleasure and discipline of being up to one thing at a time?
When we’re committed to being always on, always connected, always responsive – and to reacting to every email, phone call, tweet, facebook posting, news report – how can we expect to lose ourselves, completely, in something that’s both fulfilling and of value?
Everything is interrupting everything else, all the time. And we keep it this way – make it this way – because we think we like it. It makes us feel important.
And perhaps most significantly, it saves us from having to feel, really feel, anything in particular.
The consequence? The successful numbing of both our anxiety and our joy.