Landing upon the perfect time management balance is an ongoing experiment. Some days are more lopsided than others and as I hoist myself back into teetering balance, I find myself scratching my head wondering why can’t I get this right? Isn’t it simply a basic arithmetic problem? Twenty-four hours a day divided by x-number of pursuits, obligations and relationships? Never the ideal candidate to divvy up the check amongst friends at a restaurant, nor the best left to calculate the tip, I am often reminded of my abysmal math skills. Apparently, it carries over to time management, as well.
Last night, while discussing all-things-creative with my mother, she had the wisdom and insight to suggest that perhaps I was feeling out of sorts because I hadn’t gotten in my writing this week, as planned. Lightbulb moment! Ahaa! She was right! Spending time with the heroine of “Voice on Fire”, drawing her story out on paper, is not an option. It has become a necessity, creatively speaking. She’s been scratching at the back of my mind all week, begging for air time.
So on my mother’s suggestion, I chose to write this morning instead of get in another workout at the gym. I’ve saved that for this evening. And I feel so much the better for it. I’m off to a weight lifting class now with a clearer mind, ready to do what I can to encourage some newly sculpted shape — but that’s a project for another blog.