Another week rolls in, like the tide, and I’m wondering where last week ran off to! Seems as though the days and weeks grind along much more quickly than when I was young and foolish—when I couldn’t wait for things to speed up. Conversely, now that I’m old and foolisher (thanks, Mr. Twain!), I’m rather eager for them to slow down!
But since that’s not likely to happen, I’ll do the best that I can to keep up with the fleeting minutes each day and attempt to “get it all in” before another new day is staring me in the face.
Normally, I wake up each morning with a general plan of what I need/want to accomplish that day. I’ve become quite proficient at list making. Jotting things down has become a strict way of life for me, keeping me on track of the many things I need to get done: appointments, groceries, grandsons’ ballgames, potassium chloride (for the water treatment unit), yard work, etc.
I’m beginning to realize that going through life, basically, as a “pantser” no longer seems to work in the big picture. As such, I find myself more and more turning into that dreaded “plotter” as soon as I’m up and somewhat alert each morning. I have always prided myself on being able to get along very well in life–and in my writing–by flying by the seat of my pants for the most part.
Not so much these days. I’m finding a better comfort level if I take the necessary time and think things out a bit more and make those lists and actually write things down in my calendar. Is this a sign that I’m heading over the hill and the halcyon days are finished? I don’t think it’s as dire as all that, but the thought gives me pause all the same. As in a Dickens’ work, perhaps these are the shadows of things to come.
For now, though, I’ll savor the days however quickly they seem to come and go, and ride that great wave onward. Now, it’s time to check today’s list and ignore any “shadows” lurking about, telling me things I don’t want to hear! Besides, I have an appointment soon…I think…