Want to hear a sad little story? It's about how I threw out a pile of important papers while I thought I was organizing my life. It could happen to anyone, right? The phone rings just at the moment you're going to start filing the papers in a pile on the floor (beside the pile of papers for the recycling). Something takes you away from your task into another important thing. Then later when you come back and see the pile of papers on the floor you just sweep them all into the recycle bin. For two days you feel just great looking at your clean and organized office. Then the day after the recycling gets picked up you look for the little book with all your logins and passwords and it's just nowhere to be found. Then you realize that you can't fine some rental agreements, some bank certificates and some of the income tax papers. And soon you're in despair, realizing that it's all gone to the shredder. Gasp!
The realization took place yesterday and I'm now coming to terms with the work required to replace some of these papers. Others were probably not that important anyway. And as Harry says, nobody got run over, the house is still here, the dogs are fine. The world goes on. It's just a moment.
I'm still trying to figure out what message there might have been for me in this. Probably it's just: slow down and enjoy the view. I know I tend to get into a tizzy trying to do too many things at once, and it's not really that productive.
No, no need to slow down and smell the roses. The message may be to stay on task once you're in the thick of things. Maintaining focus and not allowing interruption is always best, but often hard. One thing leads to another and not always to something good.
ReplyDeleteYou know though, you may not have needed most of it, but that's easy for me to say since it isn't mine. I hope you're able to replace everything you really need.
Rudee, I know you're right. It's all about focus and I'm not good at keeping on task. That's something I can work at. Thanks for your comment.
ReplyDeleteJoanna, I work from my home. My abode is my base of operations. I make visits to patients, but I come back here to chart. It's interesting that people who would never think to call me when I worked at the hospital because I was working, think nothing of calling me at my home. My fix for this is not to answer the phone when I'm in the middle of working.
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