I’ve been struggling with to-do triage this week. How do you prioritize?
The ones with imminent deadlines and late-fee penalties move to the top of the list. I ought to complete charitable contributions too, but since they’re not “must do,” they get pushed down the list.
Only moves up when you run out of underwear.
Not urgent until there’s no bread/milk/yogurt/cereal/veggies/fruit or…whatever feels essential today.
Outrank personal writing, even though I’d rather watch the SheWrites authors’ onboarding video than grade “first fieldnotes” assignments.
I want to find a recipe to use up that giant cabbage in the fridge, but walking the dogs and getting exercise goes first. Exercise is cut if grading and bills have reached crisis levels.
I want to watch the last game of the World Series, swim laps, get a haircut, go to yoga class, and go hiking. I could do some things in the morning, but I have to get the oil changed, so I’ll have to use my remaining morning to finish class prep. Since I want, more than anything, to be ready to leave town when Nellie goes into labor, it’s urgent that I complete a maximum of “haftas,” asap.
This is so boring. I’m stressed.
My 60th year in 60,000 words
Day 64: 208 words, TOTAL = 10,541; 49,459 remaining
Robin Clifford Wood is a writer and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband and dogs, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her grown children and their multi-species families.