I've had this topic on my "to write" list for a long time, and here it is, the week we switch to day light savings, so, at long last, my musing about time.

Many Monday mornings, I write out a to-do list.  When I write it, I am confident that I can easily accomplish everything on the list in the one day.  Invariably, I am working off the same list at the end of the week.  So, my list might include booking a new trip, emailing information to my class, paying some bills or returning some calls or emails.  What I fail to list are the other things that take up the day - laundry, making the bed, cooking, taking a walk, connecting with a friend.  Many of the things not on the list are the most important elements for me.  Strange as it seems, I have come to realize that everything takes time.  And, with each of these things, I vastly underestimate the time that it will take to accomplish the task.  

At the end of each day, I used to sit and wonder, "What happened to my day?,"  or I would say, "Wow, I didn't get much done but I didn't spend any time goofing off!"  Often this would be accompanied by some self doubt and recrimination.  Now, I am working on being more compassionate with myself.  It turns out that everything takes time and there are only so many hours in a day.  At the end of the day, I try to celebrate what I have accomplished with gratitude and trust that everything will get done in its own time.

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