Robert and I attended an event last Saturday evening. It was the final thing in a long string of almost back-to-back events that day. When we got in the car and fired up the GPS, we saw it would take 40 minutes to get there.
The event began in 40 minutes.
That's a terrible feeling.
It worked in this case, despite bad weather, DC traffic, and the need to find on-site parking. A bit of a miracle, honestly. But it could have been otherwise. In this case, being late would've meant awkwardly slipping into a pew before the bride walked down the aisle. Not a good situation.
I write a lot in my Sabbath musings about the importance of margin. So many of us live lives without any margin. We schedule back-to-back events, overstuff our days, and hop on social media at every idle moment. This takes a toll on us physically, mentally and spiritually.
We need space to pause and breathe. We need a buffer to absorb the unexpected, the things that don't go according to plan.
But the opposite is also true. Sometimes there is no room for margin. We have to adapt to life without it. And doing so can even be energizing.
I'm reading a book about Charles Lindbergh. (It's Bill Bryson's delightful One Summer: America, 1927, so it's also about Babe Ruth and other amazing figures and events from that time.) One of Lindbergh's big challenges was to reduce the weight on his plane so he could save fuel on his trip across the Atlantic. He took absolutely nothing he didn't need. He even trimmed the pages of his flight book, eliminating the white spaces on the sheets of paper.
For Charles Lindbergh, this was a deathly serious process---nobody had pulled off what he was attempting to do---but there's also something creative about such an effort. What do I absolutely need? What can I get away with not having? It reminds me of the few times I backpacked as a Girl Scout. There's something profound about whittling down the essentials so you're not carrying around extra weight. (Don't take the entire tube of toothpaste. Squeeze what you need into a ziplock bag.)
This metaphor could apply to time in one of two ways. On the one hand, you might consider what's weighing you down, the ballast in your life that needs to drop. But today I'm intrigued with the other side of that image: to eliminate all margins such that there is no time to "spare." To live a life as precisely calibrated as Lindbergh's plane.
Today was one of those days in which one thing bumped up against the next such that there was no slack time. I could have dropped a bunch of stuff to allow for some margin, but instead I decided to go for it. It all worked beautifully, to my amazement. I had just enough time to pick up a few groceries between kiss and ride and the pastoral visit. And when I got home from clergy group, I managed a short run, breezing past my kids walking home from the bus so I beat them to the house. Of course I was ready to adjust at any moment, to jettison my plans if something went awry. But it didn't. And it was a full, lovely day in a full, lovely life.
There's a big caveat here. Be mindful of the impact your lack of margin has on your mental health---and on others. Making people wait because of your chronic lateness shows a lack of respect for other people---and I say that as someone who has made people wait because I've tried to do too much stuff in too little time. But if others will not suffer, why not go for it? Cram your life full! You may discover hidden resources and creativity you never knew you had. (The only time I made the honor roll in college was the semester I was working three part-time jobs. Of course, I got pneumonia at the end. Maybe the trick is knowing when you need margin and when you don't.)
I know a lot of people who feel overwhelmed a lot of the time. Like the 40 minute trip downtown for an event that starts in 40 minutes, that can be a terrible feeling. And sometimes we do it to ourselves---holding on to standards of perfection we could let go of, refusing to let other people step in to help, keeping ourselves busy in an attempt to feel important.
But the truth is, a crammed-full life is a privilege.
Yes, sooner or later our busy lives catch up to us. We need breaks.
But it's a gift to be needed. It's an honor to have people counting on us. It means we are connected, that we matter to our families and our communities, that we have skills that are of use to the world around us. As much as I celebrate the gifts of Sabbath, I celebrate the gifts of a crammed-full life too.