I wrote about time blocking the other day, though admittedly it’s not working for me the way I thought it might. However, as I mapped out the week, I knew I wouldn’t feasibly be able to post today. I planned a post for tomorrow, but I wanted to wake up early to post today, which feels more in spirit with my “daily blogging in August” goal. However, when I thought about how many things I needed to finish before leaving for up North — grocery pickup for Mom, her doctor’s appointment, a quick obligatory task at the preschool, a workout — I started blocking and realistically realized I couldn’t make writing work.
I’m trying to get better about not short-changing myself when it comes to time. I don’t want to set unrealistic expectations I can’t meet and then feel guilty when my alarm buzzes at 4:15 a.m. I decided I’d schedule my post for Monday, writing it Sunday evening, with the hope I’d have some time on Wednesday to write when we returned. Leaving it unwritten in the hopes of an early Monday feels like the open tabs on my computer. (I’m currently looking at a recipe for lemon-poppyseed bread that I’m not likely to actually make, a site to order an inexpensive practice tiara for Abbey, email, and a workout plan that looks interesting in the way that something new and shiny looks when you’re feeling unmotivated.
It’s only a small thing, today’s scheduling of tomorrow’s post, but it makes me feel better know that figurative tab is closed in anticipation of a busy Monday. Of course, I don’t have much to write about, since I already wrote a post Sunday, one in which I wrote about the gloomy weather.
I supposed I can end this one on that note as well, as it started to rain again. This time, however, I’m thinking about it differently than I did earlier in the day. If I close my eyes for a moment, it sounds like a sound machine, surrounding our house with a cozy cocoon against the evening. I think of the beauty of the word petrichor, both the actual sound and the concept of, “a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather.” Perhaps a gloomy day doesn’t have to stifle productivity after all.
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