It’s February 1. So How Are We Doing?
Some of us have real trouble estimating how long stuff will take.
Why, oh why, do we do it? This biting off more than we can chew? The grand, sweeping statements. Their lack of substance echoing through the canyon of our future months.
Maybe it’s mob mentality, the fact that everyone in the world is feeling that same good morning, fresh, clean slate of January 1st — and everyone is maybe believing that something different might be possible, without us having to do very much. But it’s not.
On January 1st, I picked up my blank organizer (something I’ve used successfully for years), and started shyly filling it out. Not really believing my words, but feeling the importance of saying to myself in writing what I would like to establish in my life.
To my credit, I have meditated regularly every day for weeks.
And I have followed through on going to the gym, signing up for weekly training. And I’ve been journaling — though not every day, as intended.
But I’ve noticed something faulty in every day of my dayplanner so far.
Routinely, I underestimate the time needed for a task, or I underestimate how tired I’ll be at a certain time of day. And I keep doggedly writing down jobs to do, creative endeavors I want to…
