I was watching something on TV earlier tonight (without giving too much away, my guilty viewing pleasure is The Real Housewives of Orange County) and one of the scenes focused on a sensitive topic that one person felt the other wasn’t taking seriously.
Details aside, it eventually came out that the person who felt they’d been trying their best to get something done for the past three years actually admitted he wasn’t giving it his best shot.
Reasons were given to explain the delay. Answers were had for all the questions that were asked. But when it came down to it, he realized he needed to not only make time to get something off his plate, he needed to devote time each day.
A set time.
Time that was his.
Time that wasn’t going to be subject to excuses — at least, nobody’s except his own.
He decided to tackle it between the hours of 10am and 2pm.
That’s a solid chunk of time, if I do say so myself.
In the context of an 8 hour workday, that’s half a day. (I rule at math.) It’s a drive from Anaheim to Yuma to visit my BFF. I’ve heard that some people have made it from LA to San Francisco (with the help of a radar detector, natch) in that amount of time. It’s a drive to Vegas from OC, assuming little traffic and no crazy accidents.
Even carving out a two-hour chunk of time would be commendable given everything that bombards us in the world each day.
For this blog, I carve out an hour and a half. For other projects, they get leftover time.
And it’s obvious.
I’ve never been a fan of leftovers. They get soggy and limp and aren’t as good as the real thing, and I inevitably throw them out. And I do believe that if I keep giving my precious projects my leftover time, they’ll be soggy and limp, as well — and also worthy of the circular file.
Tonight I am thankful for the reality check that “reality” TV gave me. It’s time for some renewed energy and dedication to the projects that have been waiting in the wings for too long, so that they can be given wings of their own.