I’ve never really understood what the term ‘critical mass’ means, at least not in a technical sense. It’s something I’ve heard in movies, normally uttered by some scientist or other when something is about to blow up.
But just this morning, it occurred to me that I experience my own version of reaching ‘critical mass’, times when something builds up inside that needs an urgent release.
Sometimes it’s the stress of multiple, back-to-back or even overlapping deadlines which triggers a period of hyper-productivity (to be honest, sometimes it produces the opposite effect). Other times it’s the mess of things at home – when I get mad about the mess, it spurs me to clean with a vengeance. Or days like today, when the combined weight of a million little things left undone or half-finished feels extremely burdensome.
So I guess that’s my ‘critical mass’, the tipping point when I have to do something about whatever’s bothering me.
While it sounds like it could be a good thing, the process of reaching critical mass often isn’t pretty:
That just about sums it all up, my build-up to ‘critical mass’. And the entire time I’m becoming more and more anxious about all the things I’m not doing, which I should be doing.
After going through this experience so many times, you’d think I’d have a solution, one that cuts right through all the BS and gets straight to the end result. Unfortunately, I have yet to find that particular ‘fast forward’ button.