A month ago, I wrote about anxiety. I was in beautiful Beacon, having a lovely time, when I found an open few days in my schedule and slowly but surely sucked all the life out of them. And though I can talk about forgiving myself, attitude correction, and mindfulness and all these things are a great path out of something like that, I'd like to talk about how I got there, because I think it's a pretty common, rocky terrain. Multitasking. Personally, and I believe I'm not alone, I forget that multitasking is not a thing. Or rather, that it is a myth.
The myth of multitasking states that the more you can accomplish the better. It's a simple concept and one at the heart of America's enduring sense of yearning. But of course, when you multitask, not only can you not actually accomplish multiple things at once (but rather can quickly jump between things), but the quality of your thought and attention, and therefore the work on each thing, breaks down. I grew up my whole life being taught the value of multitasking and being told by my very smart and talented peers and teachers that it was the only way to get it all done. Cut to: reality. A man in a cute apartment in a cute town watching some cute pets, frantically trying to accomplish so many things that he is miserable and cannot enjoy any of it.
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