It states in my Speak Up author bio, my occupation is Father / Husband / Owner / Designer — pretty much in that order. Well, at least it should be. I probably need to amend it — President / Coach / Friend — should be added and, of course, Speak Up author fits in there somewhere.
If life were truly beautiful that would be the order they would be in; Father / Husband would be permanent fixtures and the rest, ideally would shuffle around based on need, want, whim or whatever. Sometimes, the importance of being a father and a husband ironically move other job titles ahead in the list. In order to provide for my family I need to put in a lot of time as an owner (partner) of my own creative studio. And, since I am a fiendish slave driver, when I wear the Designer hat, the owner in me makes the designer work insane hours. These four occupations take up the majority if my waking and should be sleeping hours. At least my daughter has been consistently sleeping through the night for a few months now. Therefore, if I am up past 11PM it is because I have work to do or I just want a moment for myself.
This past week my wife was out of town and was lucky enough to take our daughter with her. Timing could not have been more perfect. I had been working on a huge deadline and it was necessary to put in a late night pretty much every night they were gone. If they had been in town or if our daughter needed to stay here I’m not sure how much time I could have put in on the job. Obviously she would have come first and the work would have suffered, I might have missed my milestones and ultimately the deadline. I even had to work today while most of you were relishing a day off. Though I am sure I was not alone; was I?
Why am I telling you all this?
Well, while I was finishing work one night at 3AM. I started thinking about this scenario I was in. What would I have done? Would my priorities be in line — remembering father comes first, husband a close second and everything else must take a number — if I did not have the immediate responsibilities of the first two jobs? And, while everything else must take a number, it follows that everything else suffers.
Or does it?
I let April slip by without writing for Speak Up. Referee Vit gave me the yellow card. You know what? Shame on me. He’s right. He was kind enough to ask me to join the roster of authors and I let responsibility slip. Armin is by no means, a fiendish slave driver like me, but embarrassment got the best of me and I started writing immediately. My priorities, for a brief moment shifted to look like this Speak Up author / Father / Husband… Then the big project with the short deadline reared its ugly head. Priorities shifted and again were back to where they were before Father / Husband / Owner / Designer / Speak Up author / etc.
Now, after working until 8PM on Sunday May 30, here I am scrapping my original post to write about this one to meet another deadline, the May post. Which brings me back to the question. In setting priorities, if we devote so much time to the things that are deemed more important, do the things that bring up the rear suffer? If we try to combat that by allotting equal time to our responsibilities do they then suffer equally?
My first answer is yes, but then there are times like this where my writing for Speak Up was pushed in order to provide for my family and guess what? I got something to write for Speak Up. And, I’ll argue that this post is better than the one I was writing because at the time I was writing out of guilt for shirking my responsibilities to this forum and not really writing from inspiration. Further, while writing this I have come across inspiration for at least two more posts. With this in mind, were the priorities I placed on my other responsibilities the reason why I did not write? Or, was it because I had no inspiration; no topic I felt compelled to write about? Who’s to say for sure?
Don’t get me wrong I enjoy everything I do, including the frustrations. It’s hard work, but it wouldn’t be satisfying if it were easy. Could I give something up? Sure, but I would not be happy with myself.
Wow, I’ve asked a lot of questions. I would say some are rhetorical or part of an internal dialogue with myself. But, I do have some questions for you…
Where are your priorities?
How do you keep things in check with your life/work/misc. responsibilities?
When does the quality suffer?
When was the last time you had a reality check? And did it stick or are we as humans and (worse?) creative professionals doomed to continuously fall into the same traps?
Bonus Question!
When was the last time you told a client, “No.”? Not for design reasons but because you had other things to do?
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I am going to go sleep now.
Brady, thank you for sharing this conflicting but seemingly increasing occurrence. I think it's like this across the board for most people today, at least in most professions. Business, technology, globalization, I'm not sure what it is. I struggle with these conflicts too, and I don't even have kids. I wonder everyday about this, with all I have going on, how could I possibly add to the mix? And kids aren't like some piece of new software that if you never get to it, it's not that big a deal. For all you that have kids, I don't know how you do it. Much respect.
I would say my priorities are as follows. Son/Designer/Boyfriend To put it another way, as general as it may sound, Family/$ to live/Boyfriend. Of course we all would like it to fall as you'd like it too, Family/Job. If I were independently wealthy, it would certainly be that way. And when push comes to shove, it really is that way.
How do I keep things in check? No clue. You know I've been struggling with this since my last year in college, there was a major shift in my psyche I think and I don't know if it's the computer to blame but I'm beginning to think so. Not in a geeky way, but perhaps "plugged in" is more accurate. Ever since that last year, I don't feel like I ever can slow down. And when I do, I'm restless. The pile started. There is never an end, there is always something to do. Read these books and magazines, watch these classic movies, go to this opening and that lecture, work this software update into my workflow, argh all this music to listen too, crap my grammar sucks - go by a style guide idiot. And I didn't even get to work yet! But maybe that's where it lies. Since I found design, it seems like life is design. Everything matters. Everything is or could be an experience to be used for some brand, some book, some house. It worries me. I can't watch TV now without going through some old magazines and checking this and that site with my wireless PowerBook. NPR is on in the background too. Like you, if I gave something up, I wouldn't be happy either. But then again, maybe I would. All the greats in design didn't have computers. They didn't have TV. The created from scratch - a desk, pencil, and paper. I remember seeing a documentary on a band once, and they interviewed a homeless man if he heard of the band before. The man looked puzzled and said he doesn't listen to anyone else's music. The documentary filmmaker said you're a musician too? He said yes and continued saying that if he listened to other peoples music, he wouldn't be original.
I was in Staples once, in the section where the blank CD's are. I'm starring at the shelves of seemingly the same product, when I notice a construction worker next to me. He's big, filthy, has boots on. He stares at the shelves for a bit too, and then shakes his head. "I work with wood," as he grabs a random spindle and walks on. I'll never forget that story, for some reason it sums up this recent feeling. Maybe that guy is as crazy about building as I am about design. Maybe he can't shut up about Makita as I can't about Apple. Sometimes I wish I had it easier. Yes I know, other people have it worse, much worse. That's not what I mean. And yes, I can shut off my brain (figuratively) should it really become necessary. My co-worker's husband drives this envy sometimes. He's a postal worker. He works outside, goes home early most days, has a pool, hunts, doesn't have email, and didn't even have a computer until I gave them a first generation iMac a few months ago. There are things I want to see realized, fulfilled, achieved - maybe I wish it were easier, perhaps come sooner? Then why do I want these things in the first place?
Excuse me if I'm way off topic, a bit of a brain dump going on here.
The quality deffinately suffers. Chores, full-time job, two big freelance jobs, job hunting, future planning, keep up with the things mentioned above, being a boyfriend - it makes "it" suffer. You don't want it to and in the end some of these things do take a back seat to get it somewhere to where you want it - at least close to where you want it. I guess it is about priorities, you can't have your cake and eat it too. I am trying to make time to get back to the gym, ride my bike, try yoga. I know in the end, everything needs balance. You can't design all the time, it will eat you, consume you, spit you out, burn you out... It's hard not to though.
You caught me in the middle of my reality check.
I have a hard time saying no. A really hard time. From clients to family to myself. I do put others in front more than myself, I need to learn to say no. I'll waste a day fixing so and so's computer and then build my Mother something in the garden and then at night my girl will call be ask what we're doing. It's all nice and dandy but it won't get me to where I want to be/go. Or will it?
Brady, maybe it is the process that matters, not the outcome? You are not alone on this holiday weekend, lots of work to do. Thank you again, you made me fill my responsibility too. Much appreciated.
On May.31.2004 at 08:27 PM