Commitment

I want to focus. I want to narrow down the things I think about, the things I am paying (notice the verb) attention to. Such things are receiving my attention like money that I am paying to them. The question is, what am I getting in return for my "investment"? It seems as though the broader the base, the larger the group of diverse items, that I pay my attention to, the less any of them can give me back. Another way of putting it is that I can only pay a little to each one at a time; therefore they can't give me much at a time.

So last night, in the dark, I pulled out my little notebook, the one I consider "disposable," for short-term to-do lists, grocery lists, and the like, and wrote something a little more important in it. I will copy it below, for posterity's sake.

The Power (and Peril) of Praising Your Kids -- New York Magazine

This is, for me, a stunning article.  I have a hunch it will take me a while to really process it.  See, the basic point of the article--supported in very powerful and conclusive fashion by repeated studies--is that it is worse, even destructive, to praise a child for his/her intelligence.  Those who are praised for their effort learn to respond to failure by trying harder.  Those who are praised for their intelligence are praised for something apparently beyond their control; I'm thinking it's like praising someone for the weather today.  So when a child runs into failure, they believe they have no recourse.  If all they have is their intelligence, and that's failed them, what can they do about it?  Nothing, they think.

Yesterday I wrote about liking the idea of GTD, but not being able to settle on How to do it. Finally (after chasing down who knows how many rabbit holes), I actually prayed about it. I asked God which system He wanted me to use. I always get frustrated with myself when I take on an issue or project that seems very important, and try to take on godly attitudes and biblical ideas in the process, but don't actually ASK God what He wants me to do in that particular situation. Often the answer to such direct questioning takes me in a direction I wouldn't have ever thought of.

In this case, upon turning my mind towards praying about it, turning my mind towards God, I was reminded of a metaphor I arrived at a number of years ago. I likened God to a secretary. Or, better, an administrative assistant, like the assistant to a high-powered executive. Someone who is keenly in tune with what the executive is doing, and can make appointments for the executive, who knows the executive's schedule better than the executive does.