On Monday I talked about being Shack-wacky. In fact, I said: “I was sitting, looking out the window yesterday, and thinking about all the things I’d do when the snow was gone. I was anticipating a time when the air was warm enough that I didn’t need to wrap myself in 17 layers of clothing and undergarments, just to check the mail.”
As my mind wandered down that path, I realized that winter is more than a third over, there are less than eight weeks to endure until the first day of spring.
I started thinking, in a bit of a panic I’ll admit, of things thought of last summer that I had put off ’til winter to do.
Do you need to ask? Okay, are they started? Some of them … maybe.
The thing is, I’ve always got an ongoing list of things to do. The only time I can feel like I’m all caught up is when I misplace the list.
I should say lists, I’ve never figured out how to keep just one. I put one on the fridge, and think of things to add to it when I’m out working. I carry a note pad in my back pocket, so you’d think that would be the place, but every time I add to the list I actually start a new page. I’m always in too much of a hurry to find the page(s) already started.
So my point is, that Winter doesn’t last long enough to get everything done. It lasts plenty long as far as snow and ice and shovelling are concerned. And don’t get me started on temperatures so low that it is worth your life to be stuck outside for too long.
But there are books I intended to read, there are stories I planned to write, and there are projects I wanted to get done. I’ve been determined to wire a jack onto my motorcycle to be able to plug in heated gloves for early spring rides, and a USB charger to keep my phone and GPS charged.
My bike sits in my living room, smugly looking out at the snow piled high all around and wondering what the bikes stuck in garages and barns are doing for the winter. And I keep saying “Lots of time yet …” but it’s been two years since I bought those parts.
Time passes by, and in true ADHD fashion, I only recognize “now” and “not now.” But if living for 55 years has taught me anything about time, it’s this: Winter will be back.
I may not get that job done this winter, may not get that book read or that story written, but I might get to it next winter. Or maybe the next one.
And not getting something done this winter reminds me of another important point. Maybe things aren’t as important as we think they are. It’s nice to accomplish things. It’s great to get jobs done, and greater still to get paid, to pay bills, to eat, survive. But how many books are there in the world? And how many of them could I conceivably read in my lifetime? No where near all of them.
And last spring, I rode without heated gloves. I wasn’t as comfortable as I could have been, but I was where I love to be.
I may be challenged when it comes to getting everything done that I wanted to do, but perhaps it’s more of a challenge of my ability to limit my plans within reason to that which I can accomplish.
As to being time challenged, I don’t have time for that.
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