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The writer had taken me through a day in the life of a dead woman who did not have time to die. The young wife and mother suffered a fatal stroke as she was racing up the stairs with three bags of groceries so she could start dinner, clean the apartment, stuff dirty laundry in a bag to take to the laundry and get to the school to pick up her kids. She knew she was dead. And, she had to keep going. I think about that woman a lot these days. That crazy busy dead woman did not have a smartphone or a computer; she did not have constant access to reminders that there was one more crucial thing to do. She did not carry, as you might, the contemporary mass media distortion of the early Feminist message that we women could be anything we wanted to be, but You must do and be everything perfectly.
If you’ve read this far, you might be envying that dead woman. After all, night would come, she would fall into bed and could peacefully die. Indeed, by the end of the story, the frantic dead woman had begun to regard death as a long restful sleep — in her own company! No demands. Nobody clutching at her life. Since I read the Redbook story so long ago, an epidemic has taken over the women I speak with. Many, indeed a majority, report that they are exhausted and stressed out. “There aren’t enough hours in the day.” “I work, go to school and I’m on a team, a committee. I used to travel all the time, but now…” You may already know this woman — or be her. You may look for help and find cheery motivational sayings out of some dilution of Eastern philosophy; or at worst, a list of yet more to do to have less to do. Here are two simple experiments.
1. Go to a place you will not be disturbed. Leave your little electronic “connection” pals somewhere else. Do nothing for thirty minutes. (You will need a timer — not on your cell phone!) If you meditate (or keep telling yourself you’ve got to find time to meditate), don’t. Too many of us have added meditation to our list of got-tos. At the end of your nothing time, pay attention to how you feel. (You’ll be tempted to skip this part of the experiment, to guess how you might feel. In fact, you won’t know till you give yourself that time.)
2. The second experiment follows from the first: Be willing to consider Dr. Wikipedia’s formal definition of behavioral addiction: “The term addiction is also sometimes applied to compulsions that are not substance-related, such as compulsive shopping, sex addiction/compulsive sex, overeating, problem gambling, exercise/sport and computer addiction. In these kinds of common usages, the term addiction is used to describe a recurring compulsion by an individual to engage in some specific activity, despite harmful consequences, as deemed by the user themselves to their individual health, mental state, or social life.”
Recurring compulsion. Harmful consequences. What do you deem?
No matter the results of your self-exploration, please remember this: with any addiction, there is a dealer getting rich off the addict’s misery. Who has so many of us in their grip? Who is profiting off our frantic efforts to stay ahead of impossible expectations? What could it mean if we begin to refuse to comply?
Source: matadornetwork.com