Time is an issue for most people. However, I’ve been having some serious time management issues over the last week.
Before we delve right in, let’s clear a few things up;
- No, I am not going to address the fact I have not done a proper post for 2 weeks.
- No, I do not have an excuse.
Now that’s over with, lets get on with it.
“How did it get so late so soon?”- Dr Seauss
I suppose it all began when my clock decided to stop on Monday afternoon (yes that was 10 days ago and I’m still fuming). My clock stopped at exactly 6 minutes past 4. This meant, when I looked at my clock at 7, I congratulated myself on such fantastic time management, not realising I had managed to do what should have taken 2 hours in 7 hours. I know what you’re thinking, how did I not notice how dark it was outside? Well, here in England, it is perfectly reasonable for the sun to recline at 4 o’clock during the winter months.
I suppose the problem with time is there is never quite enough of it. No matter how hard we try, there will always be something more we could have done that day. I set myself the most ridiculous amount of tasks for the short 12 hours I am awake (and minus the eating, that probably reduces to about 8) and when they are no completed by 10, I tend to lie in bed and beat myself up. This mental abuse is not only stressful but sleep reducing. I lie awake, images of the work I could have done that day spinning round my head, until 4 in the morning when I finally manage to force myself into a strange vortex of conscious dream. This lack of sleep then means I stray in bed till mid day, reducing my time of vague productiveness to about 5 hours. Honestly, it’s a vicious circle that cannot be broken.
“If you want something done well, give it to a busy person”
Possibly the most truthful saying there is.
Last week was the half term, what used to be a relaxing and blissful time to have lie in’s and laze around with friends. Did I have time for any of these things? No, because I decided to do nothing till Wednesday and only then realise the amount of work I was meant to be doing.
‘And don’t forget your science exams!’
Anyway, since I still had the next 4 days off school I assumed I would get all my work done. Oh how wrong was I. There was always some excuse that meant it could be put off till the next day.
‘I need to clean out the hamster’
‘My friends parents are out and she’s lonely’
‘I need to get my sister’s birthday present’
And guess what, despite my stopped clock, time rolled on. Eventually (actually, not so eventually) Sunday rolled around and all my work was still sat, discarded and unloved, on the kitchen table.
Everyone clap for me!
Well, I didn’t get any work done on Sunday as I was in high demand as a counsellor after some serious ‘boy trouble’ was encountered by my friend. However, I did manage to get it all done in three days, including school and ballet.
That just proves it. We (well me anyway) are much more productive when we are busy.
I hadn’t planned for that to be the message of this post. Oh well!
Thanks for reading!