the precise moment I realized I may NOT be a hacker.
What is a life-hack?
Essentially it’s a trick. A shortcut.
A tip which helps one hack-away at the time-consuming crap of life and make it all go more swiftly.
Years ago, I was all about the hacks.
I was in a hurry. I was plugged in. I wanted to get to the giant! big! payoff! of life as swiftly as I could.
I’d veered away from living my priorities and, as a result, felt I had absolutely no time to “waste” on anything not edging me closer to my end-goal.
(I can’t even tell you now what said end-goal was. Quite frankly I’m uncertain back then I’d have been able to identify it either.)
I seized every shortcut I could in an effort to skip over the process and get to the perceived “prize.”
I looked like this. Frequently.
I grew caught up in the frenzy (online and off) of cutting corners, saving time and ensuring life moved as rabidly as possible.
(I do edit my posts. I deliberately left typo of raBidly in place of raPidly as the visual it sparked was perfection. Me. Rushing. Frothing at mouth. So focused on hacking away at all in front of me I savored not a moment.)
I’m finished with the life hacks.
Reinforced by my choosing to walk a half-marathon and yet really so much more than that.
The older I get the more I’ve learned I don’t want to speed anything up.
I long to enjoy the process and experience each painful step of my journey.
From the interminable mothering days where it feels I’m doing everything wrong:
In this facet of life I don’t believe in the 80/20 rule.
We talk a lot in our healthy living tribe about “all we need to do is live 80/20.”
80% healthy. 20% not so much. We’re set.
I yammer about the importance of 80/20 when it comes to social media.
80% others. 20% you you you.
I do not desire eighty percent of the results (great kid! writing a book! becoming an internet personality!) after only spending twenty percent of the time.
I’m happy taking the long road to success (however we choose to define it).
Being present even when the present sucks.
Failing and learning, again, to be resilient.
Embracing both path and process so much I no longer care about the finish line.
Experiencing. Feeling. Savoring.
I recall when I received the galley of our book the editor was surprised I wasn’t over the moon excited!
The process, the journey, the looong days, the struggle to find the right words, the decade plus of pitching, rejection and finally getting a yes!—that was exciting.
The perceived finish line or final product was, in the greatest way, simply a piece of my life-process.
A life unhacked.
A life, in the truest sense of our #wycwyc notion, where I’ve let go of perfection and make virtually nothing about results.
A life about the process.
Eventually, I mastered the orange slicing hack and unfurled my citrus into a strip of sweet, sweet sections.
Yet, for me, even the (fingerquote) hack (unFQ) had become about the endeavor.
It demanded multiple tries, repeated grocery trips, much laughter and a long, circuitous path to get there.
And I enjoyed every spurting, messy, hack-free moment.
We create a life through experiencing time-consuming crap.
A life unhacked.