I made a conscious choice. I think it was in October, but it might have been in November. It was around the time I said I would maintain my autumn weight throughout the winter in a pact with Steve. I decided to make a change.
It involved priorities.
Priorities are a many-splendored thing. Some of us have them all straight from the beginning, or at least I’ve heard of folks that do. They emerge from the birth chamber knowing exactly what they want to do with their life and then they spend their entire life in the quest to attain it. Kudos to them. I’m whatever the opposite of that is. I wake up, pour coffee, and decide what my priorities are immediately after, and every priority can be superseded by another priority mere moments after if my whimsy has its way.
Which it almost always does.
“I’m going to get the lawns done first, balance the finances, research SBA loans, and then start preparing something for dinner in the crock pot for later today,” says I.
“Want to go to Church?” says Rodger.
“Sure!” says I, “See you at 9!”
On my way to getting ready, of course, I “quickly” check the blog, check Facebook, check Twitter, and write 700 words on the importance of whimsy and golden dogs.
Around 9:40 I meet Rodger for one beer. Around 1 I get home after 4 beers. Mow the lawn? Research loans? Prep dinner? Okay, let’s play some Madden first. Later I’ll order a pizza. Productive Sunday!
Those are good Sundays, important days off. I’ll take ‘em. But that capitulation to impulse tends to guide my life and I end up looking back and saying “I should have” a lot. “I’m behind on” a lot more. And a lot of the times it’s stuff I really want to do, like read another chapter of Harari or take the boys for a walk or declutter my closets and office space. God I love to be organized, healthy, cheerful, and well read.
So I made a conscious choice sometime back in October or November, just before my old site crashed, to turn my priority box upside-down. In the morning, when I wake up, after I pour my coffee, I hit the list first. Balance the finances from the day before, update the budget. A clear picture is always in sight, financially. I read a chapter or two before I sign onto anything. I check in on the world next, because I like to be informed. I look at the calendar and to-do list, make sure I have a coherent plan and then, time-permitting, I check out my various social medias (Facebook, Twitter, Blog).
Guess where you hardly ever see me anymore?
It’s not what I want. I’m social by nature. It’s just that the list, whichever way I tackle it, never leaves time for the last things on it. By force, the last month or so, the last thing on it is this.
Three years ago, this month, I announced to the world that Tom was going to start a blog. He did. It’s been fun. It still is. Yesterday I walked by my refrigerator in the garage and saw on it one of those bumper stickers Dylan got me a couple of years back that read: “#FreeLudo www.tombeingtom.com.” It reminded me how much I love the sound of that. The engagement in it.
The experiment, if you want to call it that, is almost over. Or, at least, that part of the experiment where I investigate what happens when I turn the box upside down. I’m incredibly better-organized. I have a clear vision ahead. It’s kind of amazing. But I’m never completely organized or entirely certain what the future holds. No one ever is. If I made organization the goal of my life I could lop things off the bottom of the list all day long and just fold socks. I have a lot of socks.
But I like to blog. I like to interact. I want to go to Church.
So now I have to make another conscious choice. I have to take that priority box and what I’ve learned from turning it upside-down and find a way to jumble it better. I have to organize it, something I’ve gotten pretty good at lately. I have to make time for this, too.
After the Rams win the Super Bowl I might have more Sundays free. 😉
This is more of an explanation than a confession, but it is also a promise. Tom is back. Maybe with a little less whimsy than he had before, maybe he’s a little more Methodical Tom, but he’s here with the intention that there are only so many hours in a week, and some of them should be spent blogging.
Prepare yourselves then, my friends. Organized whimsy is coming.
And I don’t yet know what that means anymore than you do. 😁