Concentration-Procrastination Explanation

This week I am slogging through a large writing-editing project I shoulda-coulda-woulda started long ago. As I have crammed the work into the nooks and crannies of the usual juggling act that is my life—get up, get the kids to school, get to work, get some exercise, somehow get supper, get the kids to do what they’re supposed to (practice/pick up/play nicely/what-have-you), etc… whew!—I have realized the “why” of my project’s postponement (right now is a good example): It’s easier (much easier) to steal a few minutes of concentration, tip-tap-typing out these random thoughts, than to delve into 1- or 2- or 5-hour writing-editing endeavor. And it’s more fun. So no wonder I put it off! This week, I’m suffering. But I can see the light in the distance. ‘Miles to go before I sleep,’ but I will sleep again—I will! (Darcy: ‘I shall conquer this—I shall!’)

“Time in a Bottle,” by Jim Croce

If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day
Till Eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you

If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I'd save every day like a treasure and then,
Again, I would spend them with you

But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them

I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go
Through time with

If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty
Except for the memory
Of how they were answered by you

But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them

I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go
Through time with