Six years ago, my wife and I had reached a pinnacle.
We’d just had our third and last child, my wife had become the director of her graduate psychology program, my clinical practice was thriving, and we’d just purchased a house in the right neighborhood with the best schools.
We had arrived.
Before long, though, we realized the place we’d arrived was like a hamster wheel. With a motor. That couldn’t be turned off. We had a mountain of debt, mountains of responsibility, and mountains of stress. We had worked tirelessly for two decades to get to the top and, upon arriving, we were greeted with this disappointing news:
There is no top.
Slowly, it dawned upon us: you don’t find peace by reaching the peak of all good things; you find peace by getting a peek at the good thing you’ve always been. You don’t reach happiness by climbing; you settle into happiness by settling into who you truly are.
We wanted to make changes, but there was no room for change to happen. We sensed a different life around the corner, but our corner was too cluttered to catch a glimpse of it. Sometimes, life gets too cramped to move in any new direction. Sometimes, the direction we need to go is backward.
C.S. Lewis writes, “We all want progress. But progress means getting nearer to the place where you want to be. And if you have taken a wrong turn, then to go forward does not get you any nearer. If you are on the wrong road, progress means doing an about-turn and walking back to the right road; and in that case the man who turns back soonest is the most progressive man.”
Sometimes, the best thing we can do is to undo the best things we’ve done.
Around the time my wife and I were wondering how to exit from the highway upon which we’d been racing, I heard Bob Goff speak at a small conference in Chicago. I remember it was jump-out-of-your-seat inspiring, but I can’t recall any specifics, except one. He said if you want new things to come into your life, you have to cut out old things. It was a Thursday, and he said he quits something every Thursday. On the way to the conference, he called a board of directors upon which he served and told them he was quitting. When they asked why, he told them: It’s Thursday.
For my wife and I, Thursday had arrived.
It was time to become quitters.
Of course, few of us have Bob Goff’s freedom to make such sudden and radical changes to our lives. We certainly didn’t. So our Thursday lasted six years. It was a series of slow, small, and subtle changes that amounted to a little bit of breathing room:
We changed our lifestyle and paid down debt as quickly as we could. We watched for the steady drip-drip of activities that were draining our time and resources. We cancelled our cable subscription. I stopped obsessing about the news and quit arguing about politics. I have no problem with news and politics, but they were leaving me with no room to turn around.
The same was true of our many obligations and commitments. So, I identified my five roles—husband, father, friend, therapist, and writer—and I said no to anything that didn’t fit into those five roles. My wife eventually stepped down from her administrative position. I eventually reduced my caseload by fifteen percent.
We made space.
While making space in our lives, we often don’t know what we’re making space for. We just know we’re going back to the fork in the road. And, years later, when we finally get there, we find a pleasant surprise waiting for us at the fork.
We find ourselves.
Next month, my wife will begin a job she’s wanted to work since high school, I’ll start a therapy practice I’ve been wanting to start for a decade, I’ll be writing a book I’ve wanted to write for as long as I can remember, and our family will be moving to the countryside, where we all tend to breathe a little easier.
When we make space to listen to our hearts, we realize we know what we’ve wanted all along. We find the room to settle into who we are and the freedom to shape our lives according to who we are. In the words of a friend, we can finally live the way we’re wired.
Is your clock ticking toward Thursday?
Are you ready to make space?
Do you dare become a quitter?
And what will you do when you find yourself again, back at the fork in the road?
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My dear friends, I have just read some articles from some of you, and I am happy for all of you, and sorry. I am sorry because it took so long for you to see the light. Now hopefully in your work you will be able to help others see the light, and that light is that your life is short and you must listen to your drummer while you still have the health and the opportunity to do it. For me that has meant working with young people to mentor and help them in any way I could. I have been blessed to be a basketball coach, softball coach, skating coach, youth group leader for Christian youth in middle school, and now, a mentor for inner city youth at the elementary and middle school levels. My work is volunteer, but how much money does one actually need to be happy? I know that working with the underprivileged youth in our society and helping them have a chance has been wonderful for me and I encourage all of you to consider it in your town. We have thousands, no millions, of young people that just need a day a week of your time, or even an hour if that is all you can give. These young people are not those with golden spoons but instead are carrying heavy anchors and heavy burdens in trying to grow up in this competitive world. Most are behind in so many simple areas like math, reading, and science that they are already at risk in the first and second grades. Think about joining me and trying to made a small dent for mankind, but a huge impact on a life.
Just read your post “The Beauty of Being a Quitter” and it is so fitting for what is happening in my life! My life had become a series of programs and board meetings, racing from one thing to another, arriving home afterward frustrated because there was no real sense of having accomplished anything. Just another series of discussions on what could be to make a particular group successful but going nowhere. Approximately ten months ago, after some serious praying and deliberating with myself, I decided enough was enough and started the process of not allowing myself to be reappointed to all but two groups (and I’m considering dropping them, too!) and now trying to figure out what it is I’m going to be doing with my life that will have meaning for me but also impact others in a positive way. It’s been an adjustment not to have the phone ringing off the hook and not having all those emails asking for my thoughts, my ideas, my participation. All of a sudden I have all of this time to review what I’ve been doing and consider where I’m going. It’s both refreshing and a bit scary!
The one thing that keeps me grounded is a Memory Cafe started two years ago for folks with early memory loss/dementia, giving them a place to come where they can just be at whatever stage they are at, painting, singing, socializing and just having a good time. Will this be enough to fill my life….the gal whose energy overflows with thoughts and ideas needing to be attended to?