Creaky bones, slow moving – those bones crawled out of bed feeling run over by sleep deprivation. Did anyone get the license plate number of that steamroller?
Tried to do too much this week. Too much ‘first week back’ urgency drove this, not enough time allocated to some less urgent but more important things. Or are they more important?
Not-done-yet because they were less important, less urgent or because I didn’t have a strong desire to do them ….?
All of that, yes. Guilty.
Weekend ‘to do’ pile stares at me …
Would all that have been accomplished if I’d not spent that extra time?
Could have done the whole week differently.
But I didn’t.
Letting things flow without as much tight control as I usually exercise (good thing methinks), I’m thoughtful about this – not feeling conflicted or wrong-headed, not because there is a dilemma to solve …
Did I take care of critical urgent things that mattered most, is everyone safe/well, did anything get lost in trenches or fall through the cracks?
I spent extra time at certain scheduled meetings – but more time than expected – and I couldn’t be happier. Too often I find myself pondering meetings, afterward, muttering ‘well, that’s an hour I’ll never get back’.
I spent too much time – loved every lovely minute; none of those were wasted.
Time well invested.
If I’d not, surely I’d have had a lump of time to do everything else …
Not time wasted, but invested. And spent. What a wonderful time I had …
One cup of coffee, then two. Getting in gear now, then a third.
Must brew another pot …
column written/ published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: 3C/37F, light clouds, overnight snow-shower melted, everything fresh and wet – Gusta came home soggy, I felt more awake …