I think I’m running out of time, or time is getting away from me, or something. There is a mismatch between all I want to do, all I dream to do and the actual doing that gets done each day. Once again I catch myself in the dreaming and thinking stages with little time and energy left for the doing. It seems to me I wrote about that recently. Ah, yes, I wrote about it in the Nov. 14^th post! Yet here I am . . . still.

Note to self: It is a process. It doesn’t happen suddenly just because I identified it as a problem. It needs a strategy or two to solve it, to push past it.

Yes, a strategy like making a list each night of what I will do tomorrow. I used to do that, but quit the practice somewhere along the way. Even though it proved itself to be an effective practice I let it go! Go figure. I remember the sense of satisfaction of having tasks written out on paper rather than trying to pull them into action formation when they insist on just rolling around in my head. I picture a parade of little minions rolling around, laughing and refusing to stay in line. I remember the sense of excitement at sitting down at my desk in the morning, jumping right into work without floundering over what it was I was going to do. It flowed in a gentle rhythm. I remember the joy of being productive. Very productive. Lots of items checked off a list – tasks that really make a difference. Tasks that were well-thought out, well-planned, and finally . . . well-executed.

So of course, here I sit facing reality. It’s not time’s fault. Time didn’t run away anywhere. Time is still right here, saving me some space, making room for me to shift into a higher gear. I appreciate time; it has been good to me. I think 2021 is going to end brilliantly. I think I’m going to enter 2022 with a well-thought-out list and a respect for time that will move me deeper into the dream. I pray the same for you.