That’s what my father used to say, and apparently he was right (again). At least the reverse is true for me: I’m not busy and I’m not getting much of anything done.
I have a list, of course. But everything on it could be done tomorrow. Or next week. Or next month, for that matter. So I never get around to doing these things till I can’t avoid it any longer.
I know there are better ways to do things. I read David Allen’s awesome book, Getting Things Done years ago, when I was as busy as everyone else. His point: get the small stuff out of your brain and on to paper to manage anxiety (What if I forget? Was it Tuesday or Wednesday? What was that woman’s name?). That leaves you free to focus on the big, important things.
Actually, that’s just one thing I’m not doing. I’m also not walking, not doing yoga, not taking vitamins, not flossing every day. I’m not proud of it, but I have to admit there is a certain satisfaction in not doing things, especially after all those years of taking care of everything.
So what am I doing? Learning to draw, keeping a creative journal, making pillows and shades, knitting a blanket, hanging out with family and friends, writing a blog, reading mystery series, and playing with colored pencils, markers, paper, letters, lines and shapes. In other words, everything i loved to do when I was eight years old.
I finally found my way back to that girl who didn’t worry about getting things done, and now that I’m here, I’m not leaving. Guess the laundry, groceries, and dishes will just have to wait.