Rushing to Slow Down

This is one of those days that could use twice as many hours.

I knew it was going to be complicated, but I planned everything so carefully. Still - something always happens to shift the careful plans into "oh my god" territory. The main events were to be: finishing a job and sending electronic proofs to the client; getting everything ready for a weekend trip early, since I'll be home late tonight; meeting my friend V. at the Montreal Gem show at 3:30; having a bite to eat; changing my clothes (I needed walking shoes for the show); showing up for rehearsal for tonight's concert at 6:30.

I thought the job was done last night. But we found out there's going to be a print version as well as a .pdf version, so this morning I had to design a separate cover.

I'm having a problem with Phoenicia's POD supplier because of being in Canada; they say I need to submit IRS forms that I've already submitted. So I had to print those and fill them out.

Made lunch. Mushroom omelettes. Quicker and cheaper than going out.

It's pouring, so bike transportation is out of the question; have to adjust for the metro. And what about my hair, which will lose every bit of curl the minute I step outside? Planned a different itinerary so I can stay in the underground city after entering the metro...but I've got to make sure I pass by a bank.

What about the posts for this weekend that I thought I could write this morning and schedule for publication while I'm gone?

And the programs for tonight's concert, which we had printed yesterday, are in our car. If J. delivers them, he'll have to show up 45 minutes early. So I'm going to take them on the metro and deliver them to the cathedral on my way to the gem show, which is seeming like a poorer idea every minute.

On the other hand, I know I need to do things like this that are just for myself and out-of-the-ordinary, so I'm going. The Montreal Gem and Mineral Show is a place where North American distributors of jewelry-making supplies come every year to display their wares to the trade, but the general public is invited too. I've never been to such a thing, but my friend V. often goes and says it's well worth the visit. I planned the whole work week so I'd be done in time...and, just under the wire...I am. Once I get there, I'll be able to relax.

I'll try to take a few photos. And maybe J. will be able to take one at tonight's concert. Wish me -- and my hair -- good luck!

AN HOUR LATER:

Common sense prevailed. I didn't go. I'm home, making tea, with some time to dress and get ready without rushing. Should just take down this post, but I know some of you will find it amusing!

 

Comments

[Kim]

Wishing you the best of luck and hoping for pictures later!

[Natalie]

You made the best decision!

[Hannah Stephenson]

Aw. I know how that feels. :)

[Marja-Leena]

Ah, I hate days like that! Mine today was a bit hectic but not quite so complicated. Good thing to simplify.

[Elizabeth Westmark (Beth)]

Your decision is a grace note to many such I have made in the past.

[Hattie]

Wow. It's so easy to get caught up in too many activities, I know. I recently put myself on a "work" schedule, although I'm retired. Five busy days a week, writing, exercising, going to classes, etc. and Saturday to shop and clean, but Sunday's a day of rest. I do not turn on my computer on the weekend. I'm amazed at how much more I accomplish.

[Rana]

Sympathies. I have learned the hard way that I'm only good for at most three projects a day. Some days, only one.

Where did my energy/focus/discipline/organization go?