I ate fried oatmeal for breakfast this morning. I didn’t aim to but that is what happens when
my mind thought about turning off the stove and my body didn’t follow
through. (And it is partly because I
have a gosh darn electric range/oven instead of a good old gas range. Flames hold my attention, warm red circles covered
by a pot, do not. However I have written
about this before and don’t want to belabor the point or bore you or myself …
moving on …)
Fried oatmeal is a symbol of having so many things
to do that I can hardly relax enough to do only one thing at a time. Some
things get overlooked, forgotten, or tucked far away “for future
consideration” and my all-time favorite
category: “to-be-thought-about-later-when-I-have-more-time”. HA!
I feel better when I have (1) one load of laundry in
the washing machine, (2) one load of clean clothes in the dryer, (3) meatloaf,
potatoes and apples baking in the oven … while
(4) I set at my computer and pound out another appraisal report. Now that is how to “get ‘er done”!!
Better …. or more productive?
The paradox is how much more efficient I am when I
am busy. Or is that an illusion? I think
I am.
Therefore I am ?
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