I wish that my computer screen had the same technology as my Kindle screen. It would make it so much easier to work outside. I have my windows open for the first time in years and it's wonderful to feel the cool breeze blowing through the house, replacing the recyled air with fresh. My son had several allergies to mold spores when he was growing up so we always had to keep the windows shut and the AC going to filter the air.
I wish it was as easy to refresh my mind. I'd to open a port and let the breeze blow through getting rid of the stale thoughts that have infiltrated my mind this week. They need to go not take up residence. It's like when you are standing on the shore and there are breakers coming in. You either have to stay on the beach or get past the first few so that you aren't being tossed and pulled this way and that. I want to get past that middle part and be able to choose: do I float or swim or tread water.
Love, friendship, betrayal, disappointment, selfishness, selflessness, sadness, joy. I'll take the good out with me and leave the bad to wash up on the shore and die.
I heard a piece on the news this week about how much time is lost from the work day from people taking 5 minute breaks to get coffee or stretch or have a word with a co-worker. It was presented as bad, that we could get so much more work done if we didn't take time out for a cup of coffee.
We'd all be dead too. We aren't robots, and even machines break down if they aren't properly maintained. That means downtime. You keep a machine running 24/7 and push it to it's limits and it quits. We keep going, trying to do one more task, one more job, squeeze in one more email. Keep pushing and we keep going but now we make mistakes and feel worse and try harder and fail again. It's a downward spiral without an end.
So don't begrudge us the coffee or the quick chat with our co-worker or the step outside for some fresh air and a brisk walk around the parking lot. It's what let's us keep going and performing at a high level. The thought of that rose blooming through the crack in the sidewalk gives me incentive to head back to my desk and keep working.