Time: A Great Healer, but also a Great Consumer

As you can see from my last blog, it’s been a while since I put finger to keyboard.  Now in my profession, it’s all about scheduling tasks, prioritising, facilitating and delivering.  Yet all of these things fail when it comes to managing personal workloads.

Why is it that sometimes we stare at our inbox, see that there are a couple of unread emails, open them, then mark them as “unread”, to come back to them later….maybe it’s me and I am lazy.  But having too many “balls to juggle” (all non-work related) only ends in disaster.

You just never have enough time to do all the things that you need to do, and sadly this month blogging has been hit hard.  My mind has been so preoccupied that I haven’t even allowed segments of my brain to think of any writing material, not given myself the opportunity to jot down ideas for later, one of the golden rules of successful and consistent blogging….argh!!!

Anyway, I’ll pick things up and please look forward to some posts!!

Many Thanks to all who from time to time have dropped in and given me a nudge.

I am going to write a story – here’s a snippet

Pre-Chapter, pre-notion

It’s started to rain now, the sun was out not long ago.  I am standing alone, staring out from the large bay window, high up, looking down, I can see people, walking across my pebble-dash drive.  My face is stone cold, its been a long time, I am finding it hard to describe the feeling.  I look around inside, this room is large, empty, it’s covered in teak, only room of its kind, I love standing here, opposite the only one large bay window.

“Everyone’s arriving now”.  My wife suddenly breaks my trance.  I must have been in some sort of out-of-body experience. 

“Thanks darling, I’ll be right there”.

“What is it with you?” She asks.  “It’s been almost two years since you last saw them all and I thought you’d be jumping with joy that I organised this event”.  Her voice sounding very concerning.

“Oh, yes I am excited, maybe nervous”.  I lie.  “Please help them in and ask Shanti to organise the drinks, they’ll be thirsty.  I’ll be there in a mo”.

I walk out of the large empty room and make my way to the family bathroom, I look into the mirror at myself.  I did it myself, I am Big Time now, but instead of smiling, I am left with a feeling of sorrow, I am too scared to recall that moment two years ago…..