My free time knitting has been occupied working on a top-secret four-part project the past week. I have not done as much of the work as I should have–I ended up paying Linda to do much of the finishing. Bad Jill. But I really wanted to get it finished, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to spend the needed time, so I took that route instead of letting the project to take weeks to complete. I haven’t been completely lazy through, I finished up three smaller pieces which are pretty darned cute. The fourth piece needed final trim and I am on the home stretch on that. I want to finish it tonight, but I think I might not finish until Tuesday night. There are still a lot of stitches to knit.
I am finding two things to be irrefutably true:
1. Just ‘cuz you want to, doesn’t mean you actually have the time to.
2. If you commit to a deadline then you need to figure out how to allocate the time needed and the time you have to make it happen. If you don’t make that commitment and plan your time, #1 comes into play.
This, of course, frequently means that I have to make choices. I am much like my mother in that I want to do everything and have a hard time saying no to anything that is appealing. Jane gets around this by always doing what has to be done early and quickly, leaving her time to fit in as many things as possible. Everything I want to do seems to be fairly time consuming. We won’t even talk about the things I have to do (but don’t involve so much want) that take time! All of it has to be planned and time allotted if it is going to get done. I really wish there was another way, but there doesn’t seem to be.
By focusing, and planning, I have finished up things that I wanted, needed, or had to do fairly effectively of late. Careful application of this worked on Saturday to give me time to take a bath. We have a beautiful new free-standing tub, and we got clearance to move back into our bathroom, so this weekend was slated as a bath weekend. We had a bathtub before, but it was one of those corner jacuzzis which was difficult to get in and out of and used tons of water so it just didn’t get used. When you quit doing something, you forget why you liked doing it; I fear we had long since passed that point. But Saturday about 5:45 I crawled into the tub with my book and enjoyed 30 minutes of heaven.