More Than 24

One of my favorite clocks.I need more than 24 hours in my day.

I suppose that’s not entirely true; I don’t really need more than 24 hours in the day. I could do just fine with more than 60 minutes in an hour, an extra 500 or so seconds in a minute or maybe just a few additional days in the week (say, seventeen).

But seriously, I clearly need more time to accomplish all that I have to accomplish. To butcher a well over-used cliche: “I have so much to do I’ll never die”.

Except that’s not true; while I was clearly indestructible in my early 20s (shout out to my buddy Paul Perez for that one) somehow time has become my kryptonite and suddenly I’m faced with the fact that I’m actually mortal, antics and outcomes of 15 years ago aside. And let me tell you – that’s a rather depressing realization to have. Not unforeseen, I suppose, but when you live life in an eternally-optimistic manner like I do having anything rain on your parade like that is pretty much a bummer.

So now I’m faced with a dilemma. Every day my “to do” list grows immensely longer yet my time available to do such things grows shorter. I have no idea when the my clock will stop ticking; I just know that by virtue of a little handy thing called “logic” I have fewer breaths available to me now than when I started this paragraph. Everything we deal with here is finite…and unfortunately that includes time.

I’ve been absolutely falling down on things I need to get done because, well, I suffer from the innate ability to find shiny squirrels just about anywhere and let them distract me from what I’m doing.  I have a ton of stuff that I need to get finished around the house, but I get distracted writing a blog post on a topic that hits me (oops…) which doesn’t actually get complete because I need to get my Insanity workout in since I skipped the last week because I launched another web site which I haven’t done much with because I’ve been trying to figure out who I really am which has gotten interrupted with a ton of stuff around the house I’m working on.

So the question becomes “what do I do?” I can continue to run the road I’m on – basically try and do everything – which certainly will be productive in the sense that I’ll get stuff accomplished, but I suspect I’ll continue to be frustrated with the fact that I don’t seem to make progress.

I could just curl up in the fetal position and cry or rock back and forth under a desk or something equally as non-helpful. That thought has crossed my mind a time or two; it’s a pretty convenient way to throw yourself a pity party and not actually do anything (and there have definitely been days I’d rather just have said party than just about anything else).

I know what the answer is – it’s to get myself organized and prioritize what I’m doing. If you know me you know I’m a go-with-it kind of guy; I pride myself on being flexible and being able to roll with the punches, so to speak…and organization does not come easily.  I’ve gone down that road a few times with various levels of success, all of them being “below average”.

So I finally broke down and got myself a brain trust.  I’m excited about it, but only cautiously.  If I don’t take advantage of the collective (no, not The Collective) it’s not going to do me any more good than anything I do on my own.  But I’m hoping that having different perspectives of people who don’t really know me will help me figure out where my roadblocks are and help me focus my time.

We’ll see – wish me luck.

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