I notice that I do this to the point where I sometimes seek out extra stress just to get that hit of accomplishment at the end of the day.
I don’t mean to, but it’s like an addiction. It’s as if I need to build a massive to-do list and then check everything off it in order to feel like I’ve earned my time on the planet that day.
To put less on my plate—to engage less—can somehow feel threatening. Will I still count if I’m not “slammed?”
We live in a culture that prizes output over the quality of life. A culture that judges us by how hard we work and what we produce, not by how connected we are to each other or how satisfied we are within our own lives.
If something is extra hard, it’s probably extra good for us, right?! A real character-building experience!
This idea of walking through life with the skin of the rhino and the heart of a child presents a fascinating antidote to that go-go-go philosophy.
It reframes the idea of responsibility and maturity not as getting it all done—not as self-sacrifice—but as self-protection.
What if preserving and protecting your sense of childlike wonder became the biggest obligation, the biggest so-called “stress” in your life?
How would that change the way that you live?