I was once obsessed with lists. I would rise long before the sun to be at work by 5:30 a.m.. Fueled by a cup of hot chocolate, I’d dive into my “things to do,” twenty was not a daunting number, before the rest of the office arrived at 7”30. Focused and disciplined, I checked off my cumulative responsibilities one by one.
I admit to a supreme sense of satisfaction on those days when I managed to complete these tasks before the “good mornings!” of fellow workers turned the rest of the day into chaos.
Was I really so wrapped up in being dutifully responsible that I sacrificed having any sort of other life?
Seems so. I do remember moments during that time when I dreamed of sleeping in, fantasized about a day with nothing to do, no budgets to balance, no employees to guide, no monthly reports to issue.
As the wise man said, “careful what you wish for.”
My career path has veered from architect to caregiver. There are no staff to manage, no urgent tasks to accomplish, no reason at all to get up at 5:30 in the morning.
Except when my wife needs help finding the bathroom
the multiple item “to do” list has disappeared. The day has been reduced to two priorities-
Healthy and happy.
that’s my daily work, keep my wife healthy and happy.
Has a delightfully simple ring to it, don’t you think?
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