Time

Usually the most precious comodity i own. I am always going six directions at once, and sometimes one of those is actually something I want to do. I will admit, multitasking is second nature to me. It even earned me this.



I have always know that the busier I am, the more I get done. It seems to keep me on my toes, and a tight schedule lends itself to doing things right the first time.

The kicker is when, on rare ocassion, I am single tasking. Apparently, for me, this is a forgotten art. For example, grocery shopping alone. No kids whining, or playing games or earning a seat on the bench during checkout. No rushing schedule to move on to, no cellphone call or other distractions. What happens? Bam, I am unprepared. my mind gets spacey. I don't have the checkout card handy, or I space out, distracted by a fellow shopper or lost in my own thoughts. Frustrated with my own flakiness, it dawns on me. I have only to accomplish the task at hand and my mind doesn't know what to do with all the unstructured sub categories. Hah! What I can do in 30 minutes, suddenly takes hours, and more often than not, I screw it up.

and so I digressed. The inspiration for this tidbit is that for the first time in more months than I can remember, I looked up at the calendar and to my surprise, it is blank. not just for today, but for the next two days as well. A gal of my age really shouldn't be granted such fantaasies. It's flirting with danger. Know one knows what might happen if the to do list gets tackled, or "me" time actually occurs. I mean come on, I'm a mom, that's jsut not natural!
nevertheless, I will relish it. For even I know it won;t last. I'm sure before the end of the day those blank pages will be bursting with obligations.
So off I go. Before it's too late.