Today finds me exhausted. My new schedule has me at my desk by 700a, and running about like a mad thing. The day will be long, alas, and I’ll get home after 800p. Ugh.
It’s at times like this it’s good to think a little about how we spend our time. Me, I’m overly programmed. I fly, I am trying to learn to play tennis, I play the flute, I run a department, I research. And I love. Frankly, the last one is the important one, yet in the helter-skelter twists and turns of day-to-day, it can be the thing that ends up lowest on the list. We’ll make time… later. Not good.
So today, as I drag myself out of bed and head down A1A, I catch the sun just beginning to rise. Life is good, despite being overcommitted. And I realize that this is all temporary. I can be busy like this all my life if I choose, but that’s not a life lived. So, I’ll tilt my windmills today, and then get home tonight, and reprioritize. Our workload is unending; it’s finding the right balance between good honest hard work and life that matters.
In the words of Beckett, “I can’t go on, I’ll go on”, because I know that going on is completely and utterly worth it. It’s all about today, and enjoying the ride, picking out what’s wheat and discarding what’s chaff. Onward!