time_management epitome of incomprehensibility Voice recording: Welcome to the Office of Time Management. An Officer of Time will be with you shortly. Please take a seat in the time capsule in front. 170410 ... raze i feel like the harder i try the more i fail, and i'm trying so hard it almost hurts to breathe. it isn't enough, it isn't enough, it isn't enough, and there's not enough time left to change that. time_runs_away. i can only stay close enough to know i'll never touch it. 210914 ... e_o_i Oh god, same. I can't believe that *I* started the blathe with this name. 210914 ... tender square hi, devil’s advocate here—what would happen if you let go of the do-to list for good? what would that feel like? i’m reminded of joni mitchell and a phrase she called “muse food,” which she was using to describe the moment when you can’t remember a creative idea or image that just came to you. she said that when she was faced with those situations, she let it the idea go and considered it an offering to her muse, which kept that little creature nourished. i like to apply this idea even further in my own practice, letting go of work that feels like it doesn’t have the same life in it as other work i’ve done and shared with the world. to me, no work is ever wasted, even if it never sees the light of day, because it’s all part of the process that allows me to keep creating—it feeds my muse. i don’t think of those abandoned poems or collections as failures. ever. 210915 ... epitome of incomprehensibility At work, a 15-minute task on the calendar took me 45 minutes. My boss lectured me for another 15 minutes about time management. The irony was not lost; I caught its butterfly wings in my minds' cupped hands. Then I released its protesting, fluttering self it in a phone conversation with my father. Which also took longer than I meant it to. 230724 what's it to you? who go blather from