If I could just find ten minutes each morning I could post something every day. Maybe a paragraph or even just a sentence but something that will get me back into a writer-y habit. Thirty minutes or 10 hours would be better, of course, but that’s not going to happen at this stage in my life, so let’s start with 10 minutes. Maybe I could put my keys in the same spot every day so that I don’t have to dig for them in the various pockets and bags I keep around me. Maybe I could teach my son to make his own breakfast. Maybe he could make his own lunch. I could give up coffee? No, I could not. Maybe I could get up earlier? That’s a thought. That’s a thought I’ve been telling myself for thirty years, actually, but my self has her own ideas about when she wants to wake up so good luck with that one. Well, I’d love to brainstorm a little longer but my ten minutes are up. We’ll revisit this dilemma tomorrow. As soon as I find ten minutes to write, we’ll start working on all the other ten minute segments I need to find….to meditate, to walk, to paint, to dance, to day dream, to put food in the bird feeder, to polish my shoes…I may need to quit my job. It’s taking up too much of my time. Happy Monday, Friends!
Chicken out
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Making his lunch is a good idea. My girls figured out it was more efficient to do it the night before.
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Hi Joanne-yes, I think you are right. He’d probably enjoy it. I do everything I can the night before because I’m not much of a morning person. I love it-just not that good at it and it seems like there is never enough time to do all the things I want to do!.
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Jobs are definitely time-stealers!
I make my husband’s lunch because otherwise he wouldn’t eat, but doing it the night before is not only safer for me (I’m not a morning person) it’s safer for him because it gets good and chilled in the fridge overnight.
I truly hope you find (or steal or wrest or trade-off) ten minutes to write. I’ve missed you!
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I draw the line at lunch but lately he has been coming home and eating leftovers for lunch so that works. I do make his little yogurt sundaes, though, and sometimes a batch of muffins. Well, even if I don’t write I can always visit YOUR blog, which is nice. Your blog is where I visit Doug, too.
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My friend Jack says that his mother asked him, when he was a little kid “Do you plan on eating regularly while you’re here? If so, these are the pots and pans, and that is the sink they get washed in.”
She was a total badass (probably still is, for all I know); she was the first white woman to get her black belt in Judo at the Kodokan in Japan, and she survived having my friend Jack as her son.
I have found that whatever your routine is, it WILL encompass whatever your available time is. My retired friend JT once advised me to make a habit of writing down what I had done that day before I went to bed, as it would cause me to reassess my time use. It kind of helped, but still to this day I find I have the exact amount of time to do what I do, even though I don’t have a job any more.
So I guess, good luck?
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Thanks Doug-I love that tip. I might try it. Although it will probably be a mindful assessment meaning I won’t write down a thing. Sort of like my exercise routine. I think about it a lot. Not much exercise gets done. I would love to read the story of Jack’s mother and how she got a black belt from the Kodokan.
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Jack’s mother and step-father moved the family around a lot because his step-father was a public health nurse in the military. While they were stationed in Japan, they took up Judo, which is like the national sport there, and taught it to Jack and his brother James, who went on to win the Junior Nationals back stateside a few years later.
I don’t know whether their family just has an affinity for Judo or what, but they got really good really fast, and despite the Japanese (at the time) being reluctant to give any non-Japanese a belt, they more than earned it and were finally reluctantly awarded one (each).
By the way, in Japan, a black belt in Judo is the first ranking of a Judo competitor, after which there are named degrees, which I no longer remember.
I think I read that the highest living degree is a ninth, and there apparently can’t be a tenth any more as there aren’t any tenth degrees to award one to anyone.
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Wow, that’s great. Good for them and especially Jack’s mom! I watched a movie the other day about a Latina who wanted to become a sushi chef and she was very good but the owner of the restaurant said “NO WOMEN SUSHI CHEFS”. She won him over, though. It was a pretty good movie if you like those kinds of movies. I do.
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