Don’t focus on getting it done. Just focus on doing it.
Today, as I was doing yet another load of laundry, I thought to myself, “won’t it be nice to get this all done and folded and put away.” And then I thought again, “wait, who am I kidding, the laundry is never really done”. I should focus on just doing it, rather than on getting it done. Semantics? Sure, sort of. But it’s also about rethinking how you approach your day to day life.
I like lists. I like checking things off. Getting it done. Maybe that makes me a short term thinker when, the situation in which I find myself could have done with some longer term thinking in the first place.
Anyway, the laundry thing got me to thinking about another favourite movie of mine, The Big Chill. In it, Nick, the wayward drug dealer of the gang, reminds his well to do and accomplished friends that you can’t always get what you want – and you can’t always focus on that “completion” thing. Some times I feel like Nick. I don’t deal drugs, but I do deal in dreams, imagination and creativity. And it hasn’t afforded me the comforts of friends who chose more traditional paths.
So tonight, I’ll watch the Big Chill and remember, that I can try sometimes and I just might find that I get what I need.
Roll with the punches
Not every day is a walk in the park.
Take today for example. A missed form at school meant my youngest wasn’t on the list for a hot lunch of pizza and chocolate milk. So off I went to the grocery store to get chocolate milk and a piece of pizza. No pizza available. So off I went to Dominos. Not open yet. Managed to order a pepperoni pizza. Told to wait 20 minutes. No problem. Forgot my phone on the way so no way to advise of being late for a meeting. All good. Got the pizza, dropped it off, got to the meeting. A bit late. But when you mean well, people are forgiving and accommodating.
During the next meeting (I meet with people for a living it seems), call comes in. Oldest needs medical attention. Nothing urgent. But needs attention. Fine. Wrap up meeting quickly. Drive to that school, pick him up. Head to the doctor’s office. Luckily, we have a family doctor. He can see us in an hour. Back to other school to pick up youngest. Off to doctors office. Hardly a wait at all. However, youngest has appointment for hair cut. So, run across street to drop him off and wait. Fine, I’ll be back. He is to wait there. I trust my stylist. See doctor. Nothing major. No high impact sports for a week. OK. that’s solved. Phew.
Back to salon. Youngest has (ugh), evidence of lice. Common around here – was just a matter of time. No hair cut today. Head home. Drop them off. Head out to another meeting. Home to clean sheets in hot water and throw all linen and stuffies in hot dryer.
Call comes in from author. Typo. Eek. Easy enough to fix. But still, I didn’t need that today.
Ironically, I feel fine. Tomorrow will be better. This whole debt defying business is teaching me to roll with the punches. A year ago, I would have been a train wreck. As it is, I’m merely in a fender bender.
Best I turn in before the phone rings again!