All in a Day…

Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water…one of my favorite movie lines…from…Jaws II…of course…but…I find myself saying it often…and it has nothing to do with sharks…

Here’s what’s going on…that has me hearing…da dump da dump…

Just when I was adjusting to going back to work after my summer off…figuring out when to write…what to write…when to do social media…when to eat…when to sleep…and yes…when to go to the bathroom…I found out that I would need to work the after school program…

Now…don’t get me wrong…I’m not complaining…it’s only two hours…it’s good pay…I can use the extra money…and…it’s not hard work…what’s not to love…

Nothing…

Except…now…I’m back to square one on figuring out my schedule…da dump da dump…and the funny thing is…this morning before I left…I frantically tidied things that I had ignored all weekend…

Bertha…says…that sometimes…having a tight schedule…actually makes me more productive…because I know I don’t have time to waste…she reminds me of a particularly crazy year when my girls were young…they were in two different schools…at two different times of days…neither were in a carpool…there were two dance classes…I was working part time…and sewing for a smocking store…it makes me dizzy to think about the circles I was going in that year…but interestingly…it was one of the most productive years I’ve ever had…

Hmmm…sounds like this might just be the perfect time to finish the sequel to…Bertha…but…for now…it’s time to sleep…

Jane

Just My Observation…

I’ve often heard it said that the moment you start to observe a habit…you change it…for me…it’s usually true…

For instance…I’ve seen budget advice that recommends keeping a spending log…just to see where your money is going…don’t make any changes in what you buy…just write everything down…I tried that years ago…and…you guessed it…there were things that I didn’t want on my log…so even though I normally would have bought them…not that day…my habits were changing…and I never got an accurate picture of where my money was going…except…maybe I did…and maybe I always knew…I just didn’t want to admit it…so…the log had a value…it kept me from flitting away some cash…it just didn’t capture my true habits…

Same thing with time management studies…record everything you are doing at work in five-to-fifteen minute increments…okay…really…I was supposed to turn the form in saying that I was checking my personal email…or chatting in the break room…or filing my nails…I don’t think so…my work habits immediately changed to be…well…all work…maybe that was the point

Exercise baseline…strap a pedometer on me…and just see how many extra steps I’m taking…hopefully this one won’t be done in conjunction with the time management study…‘cause…I might be doing a few unnecessary laps around the building…

And the pièce de résistance…the food journal…I’ve seen several diet plans that recommend eating normally for two weeks…while recording every bite that goes into your mouth…hello…do they really think half a cheesecake is going to be on the list…no…I don’t want to see it in black and white…my eating habits start to change…before I even capture what they were…I say capture…because…somewhere…deep down…underneath it all…I think I know what the problems are…I just didn’t think anybody was looking…

And…maybe that’s the whole deal…if nobody is looking…I think my behavior doesn’t count…I can complain that my money just mysteriously goes out the window…that there just aren’t enough hours in the day to get all my work done…I can boast that I get plenty of exercise just doing my day-to-day activities…and…yes…I can complain that my metabolism is just slow…I eat like a bird…and keep gaining weight…

Bertha…adds that the only bird I eat like is a vulture…thanks…Bertha…I appreciate the vote of confidence…even if it’s true…

Maybe…I should start observing actual work on the Bertha sequel…I could do a spread sheet…include time spent and word count…just as an observation…just to know what I’m actually doing…

Hmmm…I may have found the cure for writer’s block…actually writing

Jane