Anyone ever notice that time is not perceived at a constant rate? If you haven't noticed it, think about a long workday as opposed to a day with friends. How much faster does your day out go than your workday?
It seems right now that life in general is tripping over itself! Days fly by and nights seem too short to be real, but at the same time I feel such a wealth of time. I have been doing all sorts of training with Arbonne, and getting back to reading things that not only feed my fun requirement, but also nourish my heart and mind.
I checked "The Secret", and "Don't Sweat The Small Stuff" off my list of things I should probably read, add to that "Leader With No Title", and I'm putting little dents into "7 Habits of Highly Effective People" - it's a tougher read. Having a library so close has put me back into the mindset of the summer reading programs that I did as a kid. I still can't believe that I would read SO many books in such a short time!
There is a certain joy, almost an epiphany, that books can give you. It's like talking out your problems and hang ups with someone you are never going to meet, and has no reason (or ability) to criticize or judge! They offer only solutions, or escape, and fulfill that need to become bigger than who you currently are.
The creeping, speeding, and yet strangly open perception of time I am experiencing has been really enlightening as to how much time I have...and waste. I sit at work and space out, or stalk Facebook, or write, but I'm easily distracted by anything and everything else. Over the last few weeks I have really tried to limit my to do list so that I can focus on what is important - and it's working! Even though I feel the crush of speeding time, I am able to focus and achieve tasks much more efficiently, and I feel like I'm actually DOING more without the harried feeling. Major bonus.
Now if only I could make the nights a little longer, and be a little more rested, I would be unstoppable! Just wait, I'll figure out a way to make it happen.
...Nature girl
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