There are so many thoughts buzzing around in my brain at the moment, that it is hard to know where to begin. All I know is that in the beginning there are words. The past week has been taken for time off, but in reality it has been time on. Constantly moving. Refilling the creative well. I’m exhausted, but I haven’t felt this ready to go in ages.
Eight days ago, I charged a class of graduates with the responsibility to make time in order to do what they love. There seems to be an inverse relationship between free time and doing what you want to do. Lately I’ve been hoarding my free time, but yet feeling like I don’t have the time to write, hang out with friends, keep up with my correspondence. It really doesn’t take too long, but when I keep putting it off it seems like the task grows and grows.
I keep having ideas, just kernels of thought, that could blossom into something, if they were just given the time for exploration and research. Glimpses of the bigger picture seem within my grasp. Yet there never seems to be enough time. The more time there is, the less I seem to get done.
45 minutes is the time it takes to catch up on my shows.
15 minutes resets my blog reader to zero.
10 minutes answers a typical e-mail. 45 to 60 minutes is the time it takes to respond to my pen pals. Another hour, and I can catch up with a friend or two on yahoo or skype.
In 2 minutes, I can send a text message.
90 minutes gets a week’s worth of laundry washed and dried, another 30 gets it put away.
15 minutes gets me to work. 30 minutes gets me back in rush hour.
So many things to keep track of, to schedule in, but I know it will be better once the buzzing is constrained.
Wish me luck.
I so agree. The more time I have, the less I get done as well. And for shame! I spend all my busy time griping about how I wish I had more time, then when I do it’s wasted.