Day Dreaming. Gleaming what once I thought was real. There, I wrote a poem.
I don’t know how to keep my monitor clean. I always get specs of stuff on it. What exactly this stuff is made of–I don’t know–but it’s there all the same. I cover my mouth when I sneeze and I wipe ‘er down whenever I feel she needs a good dusting, and yet stuff seems to gravitate towards her magnificent 1920 x 1080 display. I’m not a fan of metaphors, especially those so very directly on the nose, but here we are nonetheless.
Being a good husband. A good father. Employee. Human being. It takes time and obstacles, small and large, pleasant and annoying, all seem to cling to me and the path I’m trying to pave for myself; regardless, of how much time I endeavor to allot for myself to write.
[Please note, that when I say “write” this includes pacing, thinking to myself, going for a walk, and meditation…all things that I consider productive when trying to compose brilliance.]
So, I have decided I need to organize more. After all, I’m male, and not the best multi-tasker. Not to say men can’t multi-task, just not me. I downloaded Wunderlist to help me organize my multiple projects, professional as well as personal. With any luck I’ll be able to clear some of the unnecessary clutter from my plate, if not from my monitor.
Any other suggestions on how a non-multi-tasker can organize his/her time better? Comment and let me know.