Hey, how’s your morning going? I’m inquisitive this morning. Sometimes my mind needs more fodder, so I step out of my bubble and look around.
Hello, Thursday Morning readers! I hope you’ve had a great week.
Is there really ice on the moon? This is old news, but I’m just now noticing it. I know, I don’t watch the news on a regular basis. I tend to notice things in passing. The idea of water on the moon intrigues me, though. Iceskating astronauts? Not only am I inquisitive this morning, but apparently silly, too.
Five hours, not eight? Could that work? According to German entrepreneur, Lasse Rheingans, in a Wall Street Journal article, yes, it does work. But you have to focus. No personal stuff. No checking Facebook. No surfing the web. Just work, finish the job and go home. Sounds good to me. You may want to check it out.
And along a similar line, how many hours of sleep do you really need? There are those who really don’t want to sleep. Are they afraid they’ll miss something? One of my sons was like that. I didn’t sleep the night through for five years.
And, if we deny ourselves sleep, what long-lasting health and mental issues do we suffer because of the deficit?
Scientists have determined that you can’t make up for lost sleep.
I’m not one to stay up all night, except for an occasional insomnia episode. I hate losing rest. I do only manage about six hours a night, though, and wake bright-eyed and ready to go. Hubby could easily sleep nine to ten hours a night. It’s an interesting subject that may need further study and some field testing.
How about you? Do you function better with a regular eight hours? More? Or Less?
Well, it’s back to work for me. No more perusing articles on the internet. With no distractions, I may actually complete all my work in five hours. How about a three-day workweek of five hours per day making the same pay as someone who works forty hours? Sounds good to me!
I’ve just realized I missed my break. Coffee, anyone?
As I look at my calendar, I can’t believe 2017 is almost three-quarters gone. Where did the days disappear to? The weeks? The months? Why must I look back at the first half of the year and wonder why I’m not further along in completing the plans I’ve had since January?
At the beginning of each year, for my writing, I create a business plan. I come up with numbers I would like to see by the end of December for website followers, newsletter subscribers, and social media connections. I ponder possible marketing promotions and, most importantly, writing projects I’d like to complete. My plan gives me direction—it provides a guide that keeps me from staring at the computer with “Duh?” running through my brain. It’s something to consult when I’ve finished one project and am ready to start a new one.
Still, it’s odd how I can sit at my desk in the morning to begin work, then get so absorbed in all the non-writing tasks to be done that I suddenly find my day is over. The next thing I know the weekend arrives and I’m lamenting all the word count I didn’t achieve during the past week.
Do you find yourself overwhelmed by your to-do list, too, or wishing the day had thirty-six or forty-eight hours? Maybe the week should come with ten days instead of seven?
I suspect, no matter what you do for a living, even if it’s being an all-important, stay-at-home mom, you’ve probably had seasons when you’ve grown impatient to accomplish something and found time slipping away for one reason or another. Little things break into our moments to steal those intentions and wreck our plans. Distractions rise up like sea monsters to swallow our minutes and hours.
Guess what. I have no magical answer to recapturing lost time. Sad, but true.
I only know it’s possible that those distractions, those time stealers, can be a call to slow down and focus on something other than myself and my to-do list. They can be a reminder to pay attention to my surroundings and those who inhabit my little world, like friends and family.
I don’t know about you, but I’ll be working hard when someone pops into my office to talk. I want to ask, “Can’t this wait?” I don’t. Instead, I stop what I’m doing. That doesn’t mean I don’t get frustrated and grumpy when my work is interrupted. I fight releasing a rude huff. But relationships are important. I never know how much longer I’ll be able to talk to that person. Because, as Proverbs 27:1 says, I don’t know “what a day may bring forth.”
Sometimes, distractions are a way to discover I’m on the wrong track. Maybe what I’m working on is the wrong project at the wrong time and adjustments must be made. That’s okay, as long as I don’t confuse being led to the right project with an inability to focus that carries me down to-do rabbit trails.
There are days when things crop up that I can’t ignore—like a recent emergency dental appointment. Ick! And, sometimes, distractions are just that—intrusions into what I need to accomplish.
I only know the days, the months, and the years rest in God’s control. So, the next time I think I’ve accomplished nothing when it comes to whittling down my to-do list, I need to remember I have no idea what tomorrow will bring, and God can take that “nothing” and turn it into something I’d never planned.
Are you the type who can roll with the punches, or are you like me and get clobbered by flying time?
Sandra Ardoin engages readers with page-turning stories of love and faith. She’s the author of the heartwarming novella, The Yuletide Angel and the award-winning novel, A Reluctant Melody. Rarely out of reach of a book, she’s also an armchair sports enthusiast, country music listener, and seldom says no to eating out. Visit her at http://www.sandraardoin.com — Subscribe to receive updates and specials.
[clickable meme]Click the meme above for more information about the book (Amazon). You can download it free today and tomorrow only! (September 21 & 22)
Hey, how’s your morning going? I’m inquisitive this morning. Sometimes my mind needs more fodder, so I step out of my bubble and look around.
I’m not one to stay up all night, except for an occasional insomnia episode. I hate losing rest. I do only manage about six hours a night, though, and wake bright-eyed and ready to go. Hubby could easily sleep nine to ten hours a night. It’s an interesting subject that may need further study and some field testing.
Well, it’s back to work for me. No more perusing articles on the internet. With no distractions, I may actually complete all my work in five hours. How about a three-day workweek of five hours per day making the same pay as someone who works forty hours? Sounds good to me!
Betty Thomason Owens 