I have decided to add another commitment to my routine.
It’s not as if I have the time. I have my paid job as an articling student, my writing, my publishing projects, and my attempts to put myself “out there” in social media. I’m also in a long form writers’ group. We read each other’s full novels and critique them.
That’s only part of the story. I also strive to make time to be with my wonderful husband. And then there are my amazing friendships. Also under “personal” comes my health issues–the management required to keep my arthritis and endometriosis from taking over everything else, with the pain they cause and the toll they take on my energy levels.
A final set of roles tie into a wider community. I am a licensed officiant, and perform weddings, child welcomings, and other rites of passage for people by working with them to create ceremonies that resonate with who they are. My volunteer commitments also include co-teaching a course on comparative religions to a wonderful group of 11 and 12-year-olds–which means research and preparation (so far we’ve covered Hinduism, Judaism and are working our way through Christianity).
Cumulatively, this makes for a jam-packed existence. Amid all these commitments, which I take seriously–I already find myself gasping for time. Any additional commitment means carving time out of one of the others (or cutting down on sleep).
And yet, I’ve had a growing concern. It’s too easy to fall into a triage situation–working through the tasks as they come up, rather than slotting them into a larger picture that encompasses the longer term. And so, I’ve forced myself to step back and to ask whether I can start approaching these tasks in a more effective way. Continue reading