Your productivity does not determine your worth.

Your Productivity

Your productivity does not determine your worth.

Your productivity does not determine your worth.

And one more time for the people in back:

Your productivity does not determine your worth.

(I want you to know, as I write this, my anxiety is ratcheting up so high I've given myself a headache.  I've been putting off writing this post all day long, and to be honest, I'm not sure where it's going to go.  So just sit back, read, and take the journey with me.)

I'm not writing this for anyone in particular except myself.  So if I know you in real life, I'm not calling any of you out (:::koffexceptyou,momkoff::::) so much as I am writing this for myself.

Let's take a trip down the rabbit hole.  Google "why do we need to be productive".

If you did that, you found articles telling you how to be more productive, reasons you shouldn't be more productive, productivity and happiness, things to stop doing to be more productive, why productivity is important... and that's all on the first page.

In the United States, we have this unwritten belief that we are only valuable as individuals if we are working hard and getting things done.  I think that mindset starts in the workforce and bleeds freely into our non-work lives.

Things have to get done.  We have to work some.  I understand that.

But how many times have you worked a full day outside the home just to rush home and work another full day inside the home?  You start dinner when you get home because your kids need to have a good meal as soon as possible, and if that doesn't happen you're a bad mom.    You spend all weekend doing laundry and cleaning the house because if your house isn't perfect for the coming week, you're a bad spouse.  When you fall into bed utterly exhausted, you think of all the things you didn't get done and conclude you're a bad person.

Productivity determining our worth is so ingrained in our culture that if the to do list doesn't get done, we feel like worthless failures.

But that's not true.

You're not a worthless failure just because the laundry didn't get finished, you haven't eaten a vegetable for days,  or the writing didn't get done (again).

(I told you I was writing this as much for myself as for you, remember?)

You and I are not valuable based only on the amount of work this world and our lives can wring from us.  You and I are not valuable because of what we can do for others.  We are not commodities.

We are people.  You and I are valuable because we live.  You and I are valuable because God made us and breathed life into us. You and I are valuable because God loves us.

I forget that a lot.  I forget that I do a lot of things right when I did the one thing wrong.  Like right now, I'm sitting here berating myself because it has taken me almost ninety minutes to write this post instead of congratulating myself for writing something, anything, at all.  And when I'm done writing this, I'll feel badly about myself because it won't be 1,000 words long.  I didn't get as much picked up today as I would have liked, so I'm beating myself up about that.  Never mind that I took an hour to help my kid clean his room.  It still needs about two hours worth of work, but I can see the freshly vacuumed floor now.

I am surely not the only person on this planet whose self-talk needs to change from "I didn't do all the things today, so I must be a bad or lazy person" to "It's great that I got some of these things done today, but even if I hadn't, I'm worthy of love, grace, and acceptance."

Your productivity does not determine your worth.

Your productivity does not determine your worth.

And one more time for the "pull yourself up by your own bootstraps" crowd:

Your productivity does not determine your worth.  

God does, and He thinks you are precious.

And now, a picture of my kid with a stuffed tiger on his head to lighten things up.
And now, a gratuitous picture of my kid with a stuffed tiger on his head to lighten things up.  Not seen: the dog hair that used to be all over the kid's bedroom floor.

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