Time is the problem. There is not enough time. I once told someone I needed more time and he gave me thyme in a bottle. Well, actually it was a small, plastic container, but the song reference is so much more lyrical. The song also illustrates the time issue well. "If I could save time in a bottle...If I could make days last forever". Haven't we all had those thoughts and wishes at some point in our lives?
I have also been told that perhaps it is easier to write when we feel passionate about certain topics or events in our lives. I think this is not so much the problem for me as I feel very passionate about the people, events and activities that are consuming my life of late. Blogging here just seems to have taken a back seat.
Either way, I have been neglectful. I have been neglectful of my time especially. How easy it is to start on a project and get so absorbed in it that you suddenly realize several hours have passed. I find myself wondering how I could have let myself become so entrenched that I "wasted" half a day. For instance, I spent most of a Saturday raking leaves and cleaning up gardens, only to have the snow come and dump not only mounds more leaves, but branches and trees themselves all over the yard.
I spent numerous hours sorting through thousands of pictures and downloading them onto an external disc drive only to have the disc drive suddenly stop working. I'd have been better off just putting them all into a time capsule and burying it under a brick wall. At least someday I would have been able to dig them up. Now I'm just hoping I haven't lost them all forever. And I'm disgusted by the thought of starting over, and spending even more time backing up the back up. I thought computers were supposed to simplify our lives?
I try to remind myself that the hours I spend baking bread, reading an okay book or watching a silly movie are down times that we all must endulge in every once in awhile to recharge our batteries, but it's hard to tell yourself that when the laundry is piling up and the dust bunnies multiplying at astonishing rates.
I spent hours taking pictures of my father's extensive model train set to sell on ebay or craig's list, only to physically take the whole lot to a hobby shop we heard about to sell it all without ever getting around to posting a single item on ebay.
So my belated New Year's resolution for 2011 will be to manage my time better. I think I am off to a good start.