May 27

Unless I’ve counted wrong, which is entirely possible, we are 147 days into 2014.  I really should know because I’ve been posting daily, but I often don’t pay attention to what I’m doing. There’s always way too much going on around me. At any rate, we are inching close to the midpoint of the year. How is that possible? It reminds me of when I was a kid, aching for the day I’d be grown up and be able to do cool stuff.  And grown ups would complain about how quickly time flies by and how it’s hard to get anything done. And now, here I am. 147 days into what still seems like a new year and wondering where the time went. I kind of wish I were a kid again, but only in regards to the laziness of time.

It reminds me of a quote I read today: You are a perishable item. Live accordingly.

I want to frame that and put it up somewhere where. Maybe my office. I wonder if time passes quickly because we let it. I know that’s true for me. I’ve been working on goals in my job lately, both reflecting on what I’ve done in the past year and looking ahead to the next year. And it’s been difficult to pin down everything I’ve done. I know I’ve done stuff, but what can I call a real accomplishment? It’s been bothering me that this is the first time since doing work goals that I don’t have a definitive list of checked-off items. Which leads me to wonder why. And the answer is simple. I’ve been busy being distracted. I’ve done my work, but it’s been peppered with committees and groups and outside pressures that have pulled me in different directions. And therefore, it’s been a bit unfulfilling. And isn’t that what life is like when we forget to keep our eyes on the important things. The things that bring us joy and contentment and satisfaction. There’s always something to be done. Like laundry. And mowing. And filing, which I’m reminded of every time I have to move a pile of papers to sit down at my computer.  As an adult, it’s a tough balancing act sometimes. Of course there are things that must get completed. I really do need to mow my lawn or my neighbors will protest. I’ll run out of clothes (eventually) if I continue to shirk the laundry. I really don’t WANT a dirty, messy house. But I also don’t want those things to be my distraction or top priority. So I’m going to happily push those off if I have the chance to steal a moment of laughter with my kids or friends. Or pick up a book I’ve been longing to finish. Or sing in my living room. Those things bring me joy. Those things are not distractions; it’s what I’m thankful for. We are already 147 days into this year and life is perishable. What’s distracting you?

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