Any one thing, any day, leads to magnificent adventure …
I mix routine, emergent, urgent, important – actually, they don’t mix well.
How could these inanimate things – emails, calendared priority shards, piled papers – know?
Messages, emails, calendared appointments, papers piled, priority shards disrupted – make no distinction, unranked importance, urgency or potency.
I’ve considered assigning point values, grid/matrix – everything above gnat-sized requiring more than three minutes to do – rank it, find its place in my ‘not so orderly’ landscape.
So often those intervening items: to call someone back or ‘drop a quick note’ require time, diversion from other things and energy dissipation. As water drops on worn stones.
Like my dripping tap, often feels like Niagara by the end of day.
Don’t think this weird – but sadly, my normal.
Needs work …
written / published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: 8C/47F, overcast (thunderstorms predicted), the streets are a mix methinks of people running late, people running and people in weekend-mode already – Gusta thought it perverse those sprinklers were going strong when the sky looks pregnant and ready to deliver buckets of rain ...
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