Like a pile of lima beans looming between a child and dessert, this week feels bottomless.
I am staring at the pile of green, grainy blobs and choking them down. The first one, labeled “Monday,” expanded exponentially in my mouth, making chewing a 24-hour chore. The “Tuesday” bean is stuck in my throat, and the contents of two waterbottles have failed to dislodge it.
If the next four days are lima beans, the fifth is my apple pie. Sunday holds the promise of something sweet, but the anticipation-induced anxiety is unbearable.
You know that cheesy movie scenes where the camera zooms in on the second-hand of the clock, and it ticks at an excruciatingly slow pace? Yeah, that doesn’t seem far-fetched to me anymore.
As I’ve tried to fill my calendar with anything that will distract me from the 432,000 ticks that separate me from Sunday, I’ve come across an interesting question: How do I measure a day?
At the moment, I’m trying to stuff my schedule full of daily-grind fluff. Is there a meeting I can attend? I don’t know anything about B2B marketing, but I’ll sit in. I just bought a gallon of milk yesterday, but what if a find a dozen kittens in a cardboard box and need to nurse them back to health. I’ll make a trip to the market tonight. I just love cleaning baseboards. The monotony is exhilarating, no? I’ll put that on my schedule for 6:03 p.m.
As I’ve attempted to make time pass more quickly by injecting busyness for busyness sake, I’ve realized my metrics for measuring a day need a makeover.
I’m given 24 hours, and I can choose how to spend and measure those hours. I can evaluate the successfulness of a day based on how many to-do items I checked off or how many emails I responded to — or how many dust bunnies I annihilated. But do those metrics reflect what really matters to me?
Am I filling my day and measuring my day based on what I value most?
I value creativity. Am I making time in my day to write or dance?
I value my family. Am I calling my sister on a regular basis or sending a text to my brother?
I value my faith. Am I taking time to pray?
I value my friends. Am I looking for ways to serve them?
Meetings, emails and chores are necessary, but they are a depressing way to measure a day. Their impact is fleeting.
One Zumba class. One lunch date with a friend. One phone call to my mother. One prayer. One laugh.
These are the best ways to measure a day.
Those are the metrics that turn even lima bean days into apple pie.