“Throughout the film he contrasts the frantic pace of modern life with a thoughtful interior life….”
Those words…“the frantic pace of modern life with the thoughtful interior life” jumped off the page to me last night as I was winding down.
I forget what it feels like to live life at a “frantic pace.”
My life has not felt that way ever since I began to intentionally weave “margin” into my life. I am loath to get myself suckered into the rat race again.
It did happen briefly last fall. I had two major construction projects needing to start at the same time, due to weather and customer delays, but that is no longer the norm.
Don’t get me wrong…I have not “arrived” in terms of anything…BUT, I am convinced the frantic/ manic pace of life will suck the life out of me unless I am very careful.
I am a first-born type A personality. I grew up on a dairy farm which compounded my need to stay busy, so I know what I’m talking about.
There are two young families that I know, (sort of) where the financial and job pressures are sucking the life out of their marriages. (Like fire sucking the oxygen out of a room) There is the illusion they have made it. Super nice homes. Nice cars. Both spouses making multiple times more per year than I.
We could live off the income of any one of those four people and have money set aside.
If that is the lifestyle both of you love and enjoy…then there is not a problem.
Just different priorities.
If however, one of the people in either one of those situations feels trapped….then it is (a problem.)
How sad to live your life, day in, day out, commuting to a full-time job you hate, never feeling like there is enough money, not enough hours in the day. Being married to someone, who (initially) you thought you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, but now..not so much.
That is what I am talking about.
I’m a visual person, so it helped me to have something I could look at to get my bearings.
In my mind’s eye, I felt like I was the captain of a large ocean-going vessel, headed the wrong way…. So I literally, drew a diagram with a large ship on a piece of white poster board/ taped it to the wall in front of my desk, with different positions on the chart showing the boat changing directions.
I needed to turn my ship around and set a new course….Well, you can’t turn a ship that size around on a dime…but once you move the rudder hard you do change directions.
Moving the rudder meant setting some new financial, time management, and relational goals and then acting on them.
Just drawing that chart gave me hope. I knew where we were headed, even if the circumstances had not changed in the short-term.
There was a new sense of hope and purpose in our home, in our relationship, in my heart.
It all starts in the mind.
There were a couple of books that also helped me re-plot my course. One of them was called “Ordering Your Private World.”
I’ve written on this topic before…As I find the older posts in my archives, I will put the link to them here..