I just had four days off for Thanksgiving break. And now, I look at the minutes as I’m drowning through the demands I placed on myself before this break and I’m frantically crossing my fingers for time to slow down.
Where did the last four days go? Between family time, being gluttonous, and checking off the to do list, here I am on Sunday night feeling as if nothing was accomplished.
Do you ever feel like that? You schedule yourself a day off but when you get ready for bed, you realize your to do list is as long as it was when you submitted the time off to your boss?
Well. I have an idea: schedules. Yes, that’s right. Even pseudo-vacations should run on a somewhat planned schedule.
And to be hoenst, my lack of personal scheduling is the reason this blog has fallen by the wayside. “I’ll get to it during my lunch break” turned into “I’ll write something before bed” which fell apart with “I’ll do it over the weekend” until now. This weekend I’ve set a schedule for myself to make it through the hectic next few weeks.
Because you can’t deny it. No matter what faith you are, December always ends up feeling like you’re on The Gravitron. You know, one of those rides at cheap carnivals where you stand against a wall and the gravitational force keeps you stuck against the wall as the speed increases. You know what I’m talking about.
So I propose the idea of scheduling your “down-time”. It doesn’t have to be minute by minute. Think of it more like the cable company does: give yourself blocks of time to get a category done. For example, from 8am-12 pm I plan on starting my day with taking care of myself and the dogs. Vague enough to give me some leeway, but specific enough to feel like something has been accomplished once 12:01 rolls around. And if you are the type of person that is stuck on the cusp between both “type a & b personality” you can take it a step further: breakfast by 9, walk dogs until 9:30, run until 11:30, and get ready to leave.
See, I feel better just having wrote this. Yay for productive spontaneity.