After reading my last blog post, the man I love commented about how overly fortunate my life looks right now. It wasn’t a criticism, just an observation. Yet, it spoke directly to my fears. I have done nothing to warrant my being worthy of the life I live, I have tried to live it generously and with my hands wide open, but it’s a life of privilege…. “part of the 0.01% of the world“. A phrase the same man reminds his family of constantly.
“A study at The British Institute of Psychiatry showed that checking your email while performing another creative task decreases your IQ in the moment by 10 points. This decrease is the equivalent of the effects from not sleeping for 36 hours—and exhibits more than twice the impact of smoking marijuana”.
“In a study of 1,000 of its employees, Basex, an information-technology research firm, found striking data showcasing inefficiency. It was determined that 2.1 hours per day is lost to interruptions. This figure indicates over 26 percent of the average workday is wasted due to multitasking and unwanted interruptions”.
Jordan Grafman, chief of the cognitive neuroscience section at the National Institute of Neurological Disorders and Stroke, explains, ‘There’s substantial literature on how the brain handles multitasking. And basically, it doesn’t …what’s really going on is a rapid toggling among tasks rather than simultaneous processing’”.
“Almost everyone has too much to handle in this complex, digital age. The average person receives 41.5 texts per day and sends/receives 141 email messages per day.”
I have justified my distraction with technology by the fact that it has allowed me to stay in touch. In the last eight years it has changed so dramatically that the experience of being connected with my first child when they went off to boarding school is very different to the experience of my baby starting boarding school last year. It has become easier and even more interactive. I have come to depend on it. I need my BlackBerry attached to me and want to be able check it every few minutes. It’s like an insatiable itch!
I am, however, coming to realize that if I want to move ahead with the plans God has for me I am going to have to stop technology ruling my life. I need to be free. I want time free of distractions to be creative. I desire to learn the discipline of allotting my time, simplifying my life, regaining focus for what is important and perhaps if I get brave enough I will even institute a technology Sabbath.