RABBIT HOLE
Sunday July 15, 2018
Trash bag overflowing now, the ‘trail of incomplete things’, now fully merged with the fast lane of fresh ideas. Is there anything more realistic than facing our own imperfection, our inability to organize, prioritize and actually DO all those things we set out to do, all those things that need doing, all those things others expect of me (hold it, don’t they have the same conundrum?), or is it that I expect others to expect it of me?
How did that happen?
Reading one thing leads to doing something or making a note – which moves me to a different room which distracts from emptying the trash to checking email to writing a paragraph or moving some files around (I all it dining room table triage) setting out what’s to be done next which in reality establishes ‘what is to be done last’ – and everybody knows that what is left to last never gets done, so I might as well just throw it away. Hold it! … I can’t throw that away because it’s important. OK, if it is not the least important, in what sequence should it be done? Sometimes the serpentine ‘lay it all out on the floor’ method works better than the dining room table. That’s what Sunday mornings are for. I don’t know where I would be without them.
Maybe it’s ADHD …
More like ‘one thing leads to another thing’.
Too often it is that rabbit hole called TODAY, where lack of focus (or is it relaxation?) causes so many distractions – not just on a ‘the phone won’t stop ringing day’ but on calmest quietest days too …
P.S.: update for Gusta-loving readers; I’ve been doing my morning walks followed by column writing for 15½ years now, more than 13 years with Gusta. Her puppy-ness zeal and lack of impulse control lasted long after the predicted two years. Lately though, it’s me pulling her along rather than the other way round. Her speed and enthusiasm are waning but her tail still wags wildly with excitement when someone arrives to visit. Still inhales her food … but sleeps more, moves slower and has that white-face common among aging Golden Retrievers. Rabbits and magpies don’t fuss her at all – not sure if she’s going deaf or blind or just has finally given up trying to catch them …
Reader feedback:
TWO PROBLEMS, ONE POT OF COFFEE
Agreed!!! Good analogy, JB, Edmonton, AB
Hi Mark, Glad to see your reference to Gusta – you have dropped the habit of a daily report on your walks, but I hope you are still taking walks! I try to get in 3 miles each morning, and, while I no longer have a dog – my last lab died some years ago, and I don’t have anyone else to help take care of one when I travel – Gusta was my “dog in the cloud!”, JC, Toronto, ON
