Time Time Time
Scheduling is always an issue, as is the summer. It seems as if I run from one activity to the next, from one family member to the next. I am having lunches and dinners and coffees and snacks with friends – both old and new – who I haven’t seen in a year or more. My kids have been moving from camp to camp seamlessly and without complaint. My various rental cars have held up beautifully and at this point, five weeks into the summer, my GPS device that I carry around with me asks, “are you going to the airport again?”
Of course that is a function of how I arrange my time when I’m in the U.S. I enjoy the people, but not the travel. Airports and cars and trains, oh my!
The biggest problem is that it leaves little to no time for the real work of life: my writing. I realize I should take advantage of these summer days and just let it go, but that’s a hard thing to do when striving for discipline in life.
But perhaps summer is not for discipline. At least that’s what I’m telling myself today. Now pardon me while I go jump in the pool!