I know they say (they being the kind of experts that women’s magazines interview) that multitasking makes you less effective but I don’t know if I buy it. I do know it makes a person feel crazy because I spend most of my life multitasking. Right now I have eight applications open on my desktop — all with projects in progress — and that’s my reality (often have more, rarely have less). I’m typing this, Madison is talking to me (hold on while I answer her) and I’ve got dinner in the oven and a load of laundry in the dryer. When I’m done typing this, I’ll go back to juggling several online and offline conversations, work on several open documents and listen for the timer to go off to tell me to go flip the turkey burgers.
I know this isn’t unusual. I know that’s work in modern America.
Problem is, by the end of the day my head hurts. (Although this could be because I need new glasses.) And even when I’m not actually doing several things at once, I am thinking about several thing at once. Freelance jobs, volunteer duties, kid demands, marriage requirements, friendship obligations and regular old work. Sound familiar? Thought so.
My imaginary internet boyfriend Jay Smooth had this terrific New Year’s Resolution:
Spend as much time as possible doing one thing at a time.
I’m tempted to steal it except that I’m not sure if I could do it. If I didn’t do a zillion thing at once, how would I get it all done?
What I am working on is not working when I’m not working. If I’m reading a book, I try to be reading that book and not worrying about work. If I’m listening to the kids, I try to be listening and not planning my work to-do list. So far this has been ridiculously difficult.
I know that work too much. If I see a little spot in my day or a little space in my brain, I volunteer to do something outside of my job. This isn’t always the smartest thing I could do because my job is plenty. So I’m trying to cut back and say no to things even things that sound great and fun and awesome. Operative word here is trying. Trying means sometimes failing and I’m still practicing. Eventually I might get good at it but not yet. Right now I’m pretty bad at it.
But the other part of it is that I like work. I like problem-solving and planning and I adore my kids but when Noah starts talking about the relative merits of his new handheld PSP versus some other gaming system or Madison sits me down to watch her perform her acrobatic ballet in three parts, my mind wanders. It takes tremendous effort not to start thinking about the people I need to interview for an assignment or a marketing plan I can’t wait to get back to but I keep trying. I keep on trying.

















