And what “availability” means for personal boundaries.
The One Question
A few weeks ago, a colleague IMed me just after 7:30 pm. It took me exactly 16 minutes to respond.
The next morning, she took it upon herself to sit me down and lecture me on the importance of “being reachable” and “response time.”
16 minutes, guys. After hours.
I listened, but was slowly searching for an answer to the one question that immediately rose up in my head in response…
Must We Always Be Reachable and Immediately Responsive?
I know that a lot of us have a knee jerk response to this — thoughts of our own emotional responses when someone doesn’t pick up, or leaves a text unanswered for too many hours.
But seriously, that aside.
Must we live our daily lives in constant emotional preparation?
Must we always keep our awareness piqued for interruption? Must we always have ourselves primed and at the ready, fully mentally available, in the event someone needs to reach us?
The short answer: yes. (duh.) Or: maybe.
But the long answer: where do we draw the line?
With work: even if we had a big launch going out the door, or a true fire, I argue that 16 minutes is well within reason — especially after hours. There are a million things in normal, human being life that take fifteen minutes, a great many of them relegated to the “after work hours” in which I undeniable was.
And to Be Fair, I’ve Always Been at the Other End of the Spectrum
One of the few times I’ve wanted to be “reachable” was when I rode my motorcycle across the country in a day in the middle of winter, and it was only because I realized I could die on the trip (and my mom would be confused to hear I was on a bike in the middle of Indiana.) Otherwise, as most everyone in my life could attest — I was probably more apt to just set off on my own and send a postcard down the road. (Maybe).
I’ve taken vacations without telling partners — or colleagues. I’ve moved cities without telling best friends. It’s not anything deliberate — on the contrary, I just don’t realize people will care.
“It’s not rude… it’s just… inconsiderate.” One boyfriend’s mom said, in a way that was so matter-of-fact it was without judgement. I appreciated her brevity in the assessment. I’ve gone too long hearing too much emotion hanging, tangled and wadded, off the end of statements like that.
And Maybe I’m Wrong
Maybe I’m wrong.
I’d be the first to admit I have this tendency, but I think everyone in my life would readily agree it’s a thing I do (and most of them would readily describe it as a “problem.” Maybe it is).
But there has to be a happy medium. Somewhere.
There’s a Personal and Emotional Boundaries Discussion Here
If everyone could have anyone else’s attention at any moment, just imagine what that would mean. Even if only our most prioritized people had this privilege, just imagine.
I would never get any deep writing done with the attentive commitment to being pulled away at any moment breathing down my back. And not just when I’m “at paper” or “typing,” but in general — a lot of writing happens away from notebook; away from screen. I need mental space. And yeah, okay, I already gave you a little bit of compromise up there — I admitted I was in the wrong — but I’m also left here wondering: I can’t be that wrong, can I?
I think we’re entitled to headspace. Not all the time — certainly there are standards, especially at work. But it’s also not fair to expect anybody — even the most important people in our lives — to be immediately responsive within 15 minutes at any time.