Here, In Paradise

Greetings.

It is just after midnight. I didn’t quite make it to the witching hour before the weight of an impossible to-do list jolted me awake. I am reminded that time is a competitive racer. Though I travel in the fast lane, the clock has a secret bypass. I cannot see how to get in that lane without crashing.

I sit here writing, rewriting, chewing on pencils and throwing wadded-up drafts across the room. They did not read well and deserved their consequence. Perhaps they will behave on rewrite. This accounts for my free time, which has become too scarce lately. I also work at my day job which consumes more than 40 hours most weeks. Keeping things going around the house is almost impossible, and my daughter returning home for her well-earned summer break beckons more adjustments. Even my fun time seems like it is laden with responsibilities and things I must do. I imagine the gods think I’m crazy, watching me multitask between the most important of priorities. The lesser fall by the wayside. I will get to them later.

I can’t complain too much. I have a good life with an amazing family and the best friends anyone could hope for. My colleagues and I are all well employed. There is a roof over my head. I have heathy food to eat and clothing on my back. As a bonus, every single time I turn on the facet, clean water comes out. The list of blessings continues and is lenghty.

Knowing myself, I will check another “to do” off my list before chasing the sandman down, edit and post this blog mid-afternoon, and repeat these habits again tomorrow. Even considering my continuous lack of sleep, things are pretty great here in paradise.

Jana

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About Jana Brock

We don't see things as they are. We see things as we are.
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2 Responses to Here, In Paradise

  1. G. M. Curtis says:

    Yes, Paradise is not just a place but a state of mind. I’m in there with you on the “To-do List” being longer than there is time to accomplish, but hey, I can’t remember any of us ever having to live under a bridge. I feel for those who do and think about that often. A roof, food, clothes on our backs, family and employment, these are indeed blessings for which to give thanks. And that multi-tasking deal? It’s a woman thing. Men can’t do it as well.

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