Sunday, September 17, 2023
Today and in the near future, I’m scheduled for earlier shifts at HD. It’s good, except that I’ve had a stretch of having to be at work by 4 p.m. and finally figured out how to get to do that. Now, I must toss that schedule and start figuring out how to arrive earlier at work (like today) at 10 a.m.
Doesn’t sound like a big challenge, huh? I’d like to agree, but I am predisposed to running the clock and arriving at places, especially work, in the bare nick of time. Horses to feed, dogs to feed, birds to feed and move around, repairs to make, and spaces to clean. If therapy were less expensive, I’d seek a shrink and try working through my time problems.
Of course, the problem isn’t about being too busy, for everyone is busy. It’s about ranking and organizing tasks, about arranging one’s time and activities. Many people who simply do that make the talent seemingly organic. Well, some of us who don’t organize well may appear slouchy.
I have caring friends with time brains who advise me to make lists and keep calendars. They’ve coached me on being time-savvy. Even knowing how, I can’t. I try to adopt advice by making lists but don’t follow them. I try organizing my time and quickly forget how it was arranged.
My problem is organic, early learned in a family that wasn’t time-focused. In fact, the big sister on whom I wished to model myself always considered it fashionable to arrive late. So, my problem evolved as one learned, embedded, and resistant to change.
I enjoy writing about aging and what the process may be teaching. Well, it’s shown me that changes are possible. An individual may decide to toss certain old habits or behaviors, Bingo!, and then fill in spaces with ways more pleasing. So, I’ll use that map to move ahead.
As of this moment, I’ll try tossing away my time confusion. I will pause to organize for what’s needed and when and to allow the space to achieve. As a side note for my Dear Big Sister: I have appreciated and emulated you, but now being on my own must become evermore my own.
Dear Friends: Fooey on therapy, let’s do our thinking and work to “get over it.” Diana
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