Yesterday I had one thing to do. I was supposed to make porridge.
Porridge for a week is how this works, I make a huge pot and we keep it in the fridge and heat up what we need.
I had one important thing to do.
I had a few other little things I needed to get done as well. I swear they were nothing.
Like this, I had to write a post for here.
Yes. Just one for here. Oh, and another for my other blog here at Psych Central.
They were fun to write though, they didn’t take me long.
And writing is what I do.
Oh, also …
I’m working on a radio show script. Well, two of them, actually. A friend asked if I could fill in for her and I had a brilliant idea for a theme so I said yes.
So on my to do list were two blog posts and two radio shows. Nothing to sweat over, it takes me mere minutes to write a few hundred words.
Thirty minutes will often get me five hundred words, I’m that fast.
Of course I also have to come up with an image for my posts. That can sometimes take another ten to twenty minutes.
And sometimes I have to hunt for my camera before I set up my shot, that’s sometimes another ten minutes before I find one of the four of them.
Two hours for two blogs, that’s not much, right?
Now the radio shows are a bit more involved. I have to write a script, then record it, then put the music in between the talking bits (that’s a highly technical radio term).
And then … it all has to fit in a certain amount of time.
And when I say fit …
I don’t mean it has to be less than a certain amount of time, I mean it has to fit to the second.
Now I can squeeze things together, talk over the beginning and ending of some of the songs if I have to. And I can go through and edit out some of the longer pauses between talking, places where I forgot what I was going to say or lost my place in the script.
And going the other way, I can add bumpers, clips of people saying you’re listening to the show. I can even record some extra bit of schtik to fill in time. It’s all good.
But I painted myself into a corner
My clever idea for a theme was to play two songs from each artist that I was playing on the show and compare them to each other.
And I ended up with about one songs worth of space I need to fill.
And there was dinner plans
At the end of the work day we were going out with a group of friends for the evening, so I set it aside and resolved to tackle that problem this morning.
And now here it is, the next day and I’m writing a couple more blog posts and getting ready to go at that radio show again.
But yesterday I had one job to do.
Oh, right …
That’s right, I got up this morning and realized there was no breakfast ready for us. I’d gotten distracted, distracted by hyperfocus, I’d forgotten that breakfast is the most important meal of the day, especially if you forget to make it.
I had one job to do and I blew it.