I loved writing so much yesterday that I kind of made a deal with myself to write each day for the next 30 days (check out day 1 here). Today however is a different story, it’s mid-afternoon (not my best time of day) and I’ve eaten 3 chocolates (are you starting to get the picture?).
I’ve been reading a lot about productivity and managing time because…well because it’s a BIG BLOODY DEAL!
Apologies for yelling but it makes me very sad when I hear women (sorry guys but the ladies need our support) talking about how they wish they had more time to spend with their kids, their partners, themselves etc. This isn’t just some whiny-assed complaint or selfish indulging behaviour. I believe it’s a pure heart-wrenching call for help.
I get that it can be difficult to see the wood for the trees…occasionally, but I believe it is detrimental to every aspect of our lives (health, relationships, work, and spiritual) if it’s our default setting and that’s not cool. Not cool at all.
But what are we doing about it?
Sure it’s fine for me to sit here tapping out words on a page…but words don’t teach.
What can we all do to change this epidemic of ‘I don’t have time’?
Is this just a fallacy perhaps that we’ve told ourselves for so long that we now believe it? Is that what we’re dealing with? A belief that with some support, self-responsibility and a few days we could actually change our thinking about time?
Hmmmm now that’s an interesting idea. It’s one I like much better than learning how to ‘multitask’ or get up an hour early just to jam up our day with even more stuff.
When we were kids our default setting was to have fun. As simple as that. Yet as adults we’ve made a smoothie out of life and overloaded on kale (the cows are seriously pissed that you’ve stolen their food by the way).
We’ve extracted the fun from life like juice from an apple and given ourselves a serious talking to that goes something along the lines of “oh get over yourself, this isn’t supposed to easy…you’re an adult”.
But what if we flipped the bird to that nonsense and took our cues instead from children…wouldn’t that be fun?
I’m suggesting that you give it a try. If you have some of your own (kids that is) watch them, ask them if you can join in their game and be prepared to be very surprised at how much time begins to slow.
Until tomorrow my time-rich lovelies,