I’m going through a period of (quite a lot of) earnest reflection at the moment – and the extent to which I really need to change some of my thinking patterns is becoming increasingly and abundantly clear. I’ve been aware of this for a long time, actually, but in recent months it’s come into some fairly sharp relief. Which is a little bit scary and unsettling. On the other hand, awareness, understanding and willingness to give change a go are good things and important first steps, so hoorah for those!
It’s starting to dawn on me that I can’t do everything at once. Or is it? Sometimes it’s hard to tell. But there are so many things I want to do, dammit, and where on earth is all the time going anyway? OK, so procrastination is the thief of time and I have been very tired of late, it’s true – so perhaps not quite as gung ho as I’d like to be – but I haven’t really been procrastinating that badly. Which more or less rules procrastination out as a suspect. And, even if it didn’t, surely procrastination was locked up long ago for previous offences. So where is all the time disappearing off to?*
Yes, I know, what am I going on about (you see, the currently-in-limbo fussball table has addled my poor brain)? Well, this, if you must know: