There’s only a week left in January and I feel like I’m still trying to get situated. This is partly due to deadlines at the day job, which have been requiring overtime to meet, but it’s only part of the issue. Part of the issue is that I keep waiting for the right time on the perfect day to execute perfect plans for ‘doing.’
There is no right time. There are no perfect days for anything.
Or maybe the moment is just “now” and get things done. Like now, with my tea cup, during my lunch hour. What would I be doing if I wasn’t right this? Probably surfing the web from my phone or wearing myself down by working through lunch.
Here’s an hour where all I have to do is figure out how to get my lunch eaten and think about things other than the day job. Why not write a blog post during this time? Or get out the door for a walk and more steps on the pedometer? Or make notes for writing?
The time is going to pass anyway. Might as well pass it doing something I actually want to accomplish. Otherwise, it’s just going to be gone, like so much snow, and I’ll be standing around, wondering where it all went.