Do you remember the episode of Looney Tunes where Bugs Bunny pops up in the middle of a bullfighting ring, and the matador is running feverishly from the bull while Bugs tries to get directions from him? I’ve sort of felt like that this week.
Not that I’ve been spinning my proverbial wheels…I haven’t been. I’ve just been sleep-deprived and feeling as though I’m in constant motion, ticking off tasks on to-do lists and barraged by incoming media.
When I walk up the stairs to our apartment, I have a view over a lot of treetops from the back of our building. After just getting off of the expressway, finishing a podcast that I had began after reading a few pages in a book earlier in the afternoon before having a conversation with a friend over coffee, and wondering what would be on the flat screen televisions in the gym later this evening when I went to work out, I thought about the constant information intake that I’ve been exposed to this week. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been producing, also, but I, like the rest of us, have been taking in like crazy, and not all of it good. The afore-mentioned flat screen televisions have been tuned to a satellite radio mix of modern middle-school age hip-hop, and a reality show on MTV, respectively. I feel brain cells die when I think about it.
I looked at the trees tonight, and they were quiet. I think about the quiet, unplugged, amazingly relaxed time at the beach that Karen and I had a few weeks ago. I wish I had more time to just sit and be quiet. I actually do have that time…I just wish that I used the time, allocated the time for that purpose. That’s something I need to be more intentional about doing. Perhaps I’ll go and sit closer to the trees and soak up some of their quiet. Its not the beach, but, hey…its better than reality television.