"C'mon, c'mon, we've got to get on with it! We've got so much time and so little to do! Wait. Strike that, reverse it."
- Willy Wonka, "Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory"
That's how I feel every morning, every time I look at my to-do list, every time I stare at my bookshelf. There's so much to be done. I have the reading and learning I need to do for my career. Then there's the time I want to spend figuring out if this is still the career I want. Then there's the time I want to spend improving myself, from learning the guitar to cooking to reading for fun to learning Spanish so I can help my kids speak it better.
We haven't even gotten to my wife and kids. I want to make sure my wife doesn't feel as overwhelmed as I do, make sure my kids play nicely together, make sure I get to spend quality time with all of them. As if that weren't enough living things drawing on my time, I have two dogs to walk and feed and give some attention.
Then there are basic health things: sleep, diet, exercise, and the occasional batch of time to set aside to ensure I keep my sanity.
The toughest part is that I know that I could curl up into a ball and just let the day go by, and it wouldn't be the end of the world. I could surf the web or play silly games and just pretty much say to hell with it all, and in the scheme of things it probably wouldn't matter. But there's always a price. In this case, another day would be gone and I would be further behind on the umpteen unseen schedules as I race ahead towards God knows what.
I want to do it all, but it won't fit. The answer stares me in the face, unshaven, unkempt, looking like it smells like bad meat or good cheese. Either way I can tell it stinks.
I need to cut back, pick my battles, choose what's important. Even typing the words has the feel of failure to it. Still, there just aren't enough hours in the day.
Hi, my name is Rick*, and I'm a to-do-a-holic.
* name changed to protect the innocent
- Willy Wonka, "Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory"
That's how I feel every morning, every time I look at my to-do list, every time I stare at my bookshelf. There's so much to be done. I have the reading and learning I need to do for my career. Then there's the time I want to spend figuring out if this is still the career I want. Then there's the time I want to spend improving myself, from learning the guitar to cooking to reading for fun to learning Spanish so I can help my kids speak it better.
We haven't even gotten to my wife and kids. I want to make sure my wife doesn't feel as overwhelmed as I do, make sure my kids play nicely together, make sure I get to spend quality time with all of them. As if that weren't enough living things drawing on my time, I have two dogs to walk and feed and give some attention.
Then there are basic health things: sleep, diet, exercise, and the occasional batch of time to set aside to ensure I keep my sanity.
The toughest part is that I know that I could curl up into a ball and just let the day go by, and it wouldn't be the end of the world. I could surf the web or play silly games and just pretty much say to hell with it all, and in the scheme of things it probably wouldn't matter. But there's always a price. In this case, another day would be gone and I would be further behind on the umpteen unseen schedules as I race ahead towards God knows what.
I want to do it all, but it won't fit. The answer stares me in the face, unshaven, unkempt, looking like it smells like bad meat or good cheese. Either way I can tell it stinks.
I need to cut back, pick my battles, choose what's important. Even typing the words has the feel of failure to it. Still, there just aren't enough hours in the day.
Hi, my name is Rick*, and I'm a to-do-a-holic.
* name changed to protect the innocent
