What I don’t understand …

This past weekend was the Victoria Day long weekend here in Canada.  It’s known as the May Two-Four and it’s when cottage timewe celebrate Queen Victoria’s birthday, which is, you guessed it, May 24.  For some reason this year the party happened a week early.  Queen Victoria, in case you don’t know,  was the current Queen’s (Elizabeth II) great, great grandmother.

But for most Canadians Queen Victoria’s birthday is the unofficial, official start of summer.  When hundreds and hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of thousands of cottage owners make the trek to their small and rustic (or large and luxe) slices of heaven, wherever in Ontario they may be, and Continue reading

Day 25. No Time

I don’t know what it is.  But lately there never seems to be enough time in the day for me to get everything done.  And I’m not talking about chores.  I mean work.  Writing.  I don’t know where the day goes.  I don’t know where the week goes.  For that matter, I don’t know where the summer’s gone.  Or the years.

No matter how early I get up (and I set my alarm for 7 a.m. every day), by the time I’ve fed my cats, done litter box duty, showered and fed myself (while reading the newspaper, so I don’t waste more time), it feels like half the day’s gone.  It isn’t really, but it’s damn close.  On those days when I have a client meeting, that’s it.  A glance at my watch tells me it’s 3:00 or 4:00 o’clock.  I may not even have had lunch yet.  And yet, the day is pretty much over.  Time to maybe pick up some groceries and head home.  To work.

While I may not have meetings every day, I still have work to do for clients.  Writing their websites.  Their blogs.  Thinking about marketing plans.  What comes next.  How our campaigns are working so far.  Briefing photographers or designers.  There’s always something.  So again, when I look at my watch it’s late afternoon.  And again I may not yet have had lunch.  And I haven’t written either of my blogs.  Or worked on my book.  Or been on the hunt for new business.

Why does it feel like I’m always behind the 8ball?

Maybe I’m deluding myself when I say I don’t think I’m a time waster.  But I really don’t think I am.  I’m on it.

My time crunch is considerably worse since I’ve added this blog to my repertoire.  I now have a commitment to write something each and every day.  I love doing it.   Continue reading