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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