October 1

I can’t believe it’s October already. A friend of mine posted on Facebook today that there is only a month left before he will start putting up Christmas decorations. I almost unfriended him. I’m still clinging to the last shreds of summer. It seems like just a few days ago that I put my winter clothes away. (It really was just a little bit ago. I am so behind on stuff.) And just like in the spring, I feel the need to organize for fall. Maybe it’s because I’m spending less time outside now and more time inside, looking at the clutter that abounds. Granted, some of it is because we are still keeping items out of the dog’s reach, so things tend to pile up. Although he’s getting a bit better about staying out of things, at least while we are around. (When we aren’t he still tends to bring things in and out of the doggie door. Sticks and burnt log remains from the fire pit end up inside while shoes and toys and clothing go out.)

It’s this time of year that I realize I have too much stuff. I really should go through rooms with a box and start collecting items I think I can live without and store the box in the basement for a while. If I don’t miss anything, then the box can go. I know I also need to organize better. I’d be happier if my closets and cupboards and laundry room were streamlined and efficient. But there’s something about October and Fall that makes the time speed up like the fast forward button on the DVR. You know when you can still follow what’s happening, but feel like you’re not quite getting the full story? That’s where I’m at. Looking towards the end of the year with too many items left on my to-do list. We have only 91 days left in the year, my friends. That’s 91 days to finish the resolutions you may have set for yourself. And within those days are holidays that also seem to speed up time.

It’s easy for me to get lost in the busy. So out of curiosity, I looked back in my journal from this time last year and reminded myself of how much I’ve accomplished since then. We may have only 91 days left, but that means we’ve had 274 days already this year. And for me, those days have been rather productive. I may feel like I have a lot left to do, but none of it is an absolute. Well, outside of working and studying and breathing. Maybe eating and drinking a bit. And talking to my mom regularly because, you know, moms. So I’m not stressing. I’ll do what I can feasibly do and the rest will wait. I and my messy house will survive. I’m thankful for the perspective.

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?