Just an FYI: I am writing this because I need to read it.
Diversions are my specialty. I know how to mind numb like a pro. Long ago, I developed an addiction to the television to help me through my pain. (I have stopped watching TV.) When I finally decided that I could no longer stand wasting my time, I decided that I would start memorizing the Latin names of plants. (This is a skill that seldom comes in handy, but I have enjoyed spouting off the names of indigenous plants during family reunion nature walks and road trips.) Lately, I’ve been dabbling in the most dangerous of diversions: PRODUCTIVITY.
Productivity carries no shame with it. On the contrary, it is often praised or rewarded in someway or another. Productivity can rapidly morph from what you do to who you are: You are a productive person. Productivity can become a source of self worth, which is the ultimate way to find yourself wading waist-high in lemons with no pitcher or sugar in sight.
Productivity is a reasonable and rational excuse to never deal with any lemons lurking. Productivity means that there is NEVER time to face the lemons.
The question for myself is, “How do I go from shameless accomplishment diversion tactics to courageously tackling my lemons?”
I hate my lemons. I don’t really want to face them. I want to spend as much time as possible in lemon denial. My lemons are my least favorite kind of pungent. I am sitting here wondering where the lemonade comes into play? I do believe that is the point of it all: When ripe enough, the sour fruit from a horrendously thorny tree can be squeezed and made into something truly wonderful.
(I’m kind of bummed that this is the middle of February. This sort of soul searching and exercise in faith seems more appropriate for January 1st. I’m already feeling as though I have somehow missed the lemony goal boat.)
What would happen if I rearranged my priorities so that my lemons were addressed with equal importance to the things that I never miss doing each day? Truth be told, I have gotten up the gumption to try that in the past. My trial period never lasted for very long. Wading through lemons isn’t my idea of a good time – or a realistic expectation of myself.
In the case of my most obnoxious lemons, I don’t believe the secret is to plan or prioritize my day differently. I believe the secret is to identify the sweetener. What’s my sugar? I’m not talking about a payout at the end. I’m talking about something that takes the sting out of the lemon juice right now because my lemons are ripe enough. (Proverbial lemons must be the only fruit that will never shrivel up and waste away to nothing while your busy being productive.)