After an emotional and scary week (my father had emergency surgery but all went well and he is in recovery) I came into the office to catch up. Perhaps my head was elsewhere, still with my Dad in his hospital room where I will return soon, but I was focused enough to laugh loudly in the face of a red-bolded, exclamation-marked email labelled URGENT in the subject line.
I scrolled through the frenzy, then went through my files and sent the necessary information. This urgently needed information. After, I watched the silence and the long breath, a mad email chain officially over with no response, no thank you, just the taking and the running until the next inevitable whirling dervish spin.
This is something that’s been on my mind for a while, but even more so after this week’s life events: I’ve decided to rethink urgent. The way I request urgency in others and how I respond to those who ask it of me.
I think I need a new priority of urgent. Attending a birthday party. That sounds pretty urgent. Seeing the baby. (As in: You gotta see the baby! Seinfeld, anyone?) Catching the sunset before it drops from the sky. A girl’s weekend. Dinner, or a walk, or a phone-call with family and friends.
So, rethinking urgent. Who’s with me?