After another fallow Sunday, Iím thinking I should plant the seeds of a more productive week ahead. Maybe if I make promises here (promises to myself, because thereís no one else who cares), Iíll follow through. It has to be a real promise, though, and not just one of those half-hearted ďIíll do betterĒ generic expressions of nebulous intent.
The trouble is that when I start to come up with promises, it sounds like a list of new yearís resolutions. Eat better, exercise more, get more regular sleep. Letís face it. Iím not going to make any promises I know I canít keep. As long as thereís ice cream and my TV chair and caffeine, eating, exercising and sleeping are going to be at their mercy.
Every week I promise myself that Iíll clean up this messy house. I even put it on my to-do list, week after week, room by room. But I never get to cross any of those rooms off the list, because something always gets in the way. Just because itís on the list doesnít mean it gets done. Itís a long list, and I almost never work my way down to the bottom of it. Almost? Never.
Yard work? I seem to have given up on that two or three months ago. I really must get back to it one of these days, but no promises.
Hereís what I can promise myself: Iíll leave the TV off from 11:00 am until 4:00 pm every day. No, letís make it 5:00 pm, just so it hurts a little. This will help me with my biggest daily issue, time management. Sleep, diet, exercise — I can work around the problems I have with all of those. Staying focused at work has been a serious challenge lately. Letís see if eliminating one possible distraction helps.
The goal, of course, is to get so much work done during the week that I can sit around doing nothing again all next weekend.