It was one of those mornings — the kind where time seemed to slip through your fingers like sand. The alarm had gone off late, the coffee machine was sputtering like an old engine, and the phone was already buzzing with notifications before the first sip of caffeine even touched the lips. Chebyjane stood in her kitchen, barefoot, one hand holding a piece of toast, the other scrolling through her emails, and her laptop open on the counter streaming a yoga tutorial she half-watched while trying to answer a message from her boss.
“Who else is multitasking?” she said aloud with a laugh, even though no one else was there to answer.
It was the story of her life — balancing everything at once, dancing through chaos with a smile. But somehow, she made it look effortless.
The Morning Hustle
The day had barely begun, and already she was doing five things at once. The blender whirred with her morning smoothie as her phone played an audio message from her best friend, her smartwatch pinged with reminders, and her laptop showed the start of her morning yoga routine.
She stretched one leg up against the counter, trying to keep her hamstrings loose while holding a spoon in her other hand. “Yes, I can balance,” she muttered playfully, taking a sip of the smoothie mid-stretch.
The kitchen was alive — full of movement, sounds, and energy. To an outsider, it might have looked like chaos. To Chebyjane, it was a rhythm she had learned to master.
The phrase “Who else is multitasking?” had become her little mantra — a way of laughing at the madness of modern life. Emails, fitness, food, work, and social life — all blended into one long, continuous performance.
When the coffee machine beeped, she moved in one swift motion: grabbed the mug, sent a reply on her phone, checked the clock, and somehow managed to stretch her arms overhead in a deep inhale. “See? Yoga, caffeine, and productivity all at once,” she said, smiling.
The Commute Chaos
Minutes later, she was out the door — earbuds in, phone in hand, bag over one shoulder, and smoothie still halfway finished. The city was alive with sound — cars honking, people talking, street vendors calling out.
Chebyjane walked briskly, answering a voice memo while mentally rehearsing her to-do list. “Okay, groceries after work, call Mom, finish that project by noon,” she said under her breath.
The world around her was in motion, but she was a step ahead — walking fast enough to catch the next bus while replying to a text from her colleague about a meeting agenda.
On the bus, she pulled out her tablet to review notes, her phone balanced on her knee playing a motivational podcast. The morning sun streamed through the window, lighting up her focused expression. She was surrounded by others doing the same — a man reading a newspaper while holding a cup of coffee, a student typing on a laptop with earbuds in.
And once again, she smiled and whispered to herself, “Who else is multitasking?”
It wasn’t just her — it was everyone. The whole world was juggling. People texting and walking, cooking while on calls, driving while thinking about their next meeting. Life had become a constant state of multitasking, and somehow, it had become normal.
Work, Work, and More Work
When she reached her desk, her screens came alive — emails, spreadsheets, video calls, and notifications flashing like fireworks. Chebyjane took a deep breath and dived in.
The hours passed in a blur. She was answering a client’s message while sipping water, checking project files while listening to a training session in another tab. Her desk was a symphony of multitasking: sticky notes, open notebooks, pens scattered like stars.
Yet, through it all, she managed to stay calm. Her fingers moved with precision, her posture straight, her focus — though divided — sharp enough to get things done.
During lunch, she didn’t stop. She stretched her neck and shoulders, practicing mini yoga poses between bites of salad, glancing at her screen every few seconds.
Her coworker peeked over and laughed. “Do you ever just eat lunch?”
Chebyjane smiled. “Maybe one day. But today? I’m multitasking.”
Afternoon Reset
By the time afternoon arrived, she could feel her energy dip. Her shoulders tightened, her eyes ached from the screen, and her mind was buzzing with too many open tabs — both digital and mental.
So, she did what she always did when things got heavy: she took a breath and stretched. Right there in her office chair, she raised her arms overhead, rolled her wrists, and closed her eyes.
She opened her phone and played a short five-minute yoga video — just enough to reset her mind. The sound of waves filled her earbuds, and she pictured herself on the beach, calm and free.
“Even this,” she thought, smiling softly, “is multitasking. I’m relaxing and working on my posture at the same time.”
She realized then that multitasking wasn’t always chaos. Sometimes, it was harmony — a dance of energy that, when done with awareness, could create balance instead of burnout.
Evening Flow
As the sun began to set, Chebyjane returned home, tired but satisfied. Her day had been a whirlwind, yet somehow everything had gotten done. She placed her phone on silent and rolled out her yoga mat by the balcony.
The sky was painted in orange and purple hues, and the city lights were just starting to sparkle. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, grounding herself.
“This one,” she whispered, “is for me.”
She flowed into Child’s Pose, letting her body sink into the mat. Her mind began to quiet. No screens, no messages, no notifications — just her breath and the soft evening air.
But even as she moved through her sequence — Cat-Cow, Downward Dog, Pigeon Pose — a thought slipped through. Dinner’s still not made.
She smiled. “Maybe I’ll stretch while it cooks,” she said to herself, half-joking.
When she finally stood in Mountain Pose at the end of her practice, she looked out at the glowing skyline. “Who else is multitasking?” she said again, this time not as a question, but as a playful celebration.
Because she knew she wasn’t alone. Somewhere out there, people were still balancing their own versions of chaos — parents helping with homework while answering work calls, students studying while exercising, creators editing videos while eating dinner.
The world was full of multitaskers — not because they had to be, but because life had become a beautiful, busy mix of dreams, responsibilities, and growth.
The Reflection
Later that night, lying in bed with her journal, Chebyjane wrote down a simple thought:
“Multitasking isn’t about doing everything at once. It’s about moving with intention — balancing chaos with calm.”
She realized that the key wasn’t to stop multitasking, but to make it mindful. To find small pauses in between — to breathe, to smile, to stretch.
Because while the world might move fast, the soul still needed stillness. And perhaps that was what real balance looked like — not the absence of movement, but the presence of awareness within it.
She closed her eyes, letting the gentle sound of the night fill the room. Somewhere in the distance, the city hummed with life — people finishing their own busy days, probably multitasking even in their sleep.
And with a quiet laugh, she whispered one last time before drifting off —
“Who else is multitasking?”
