The Relentless March of Time

I guess I hate the feeling that I am unable to stop the relentless march of time. I work harder than the amount of work I produce warrants. I am easily distracted, which is a weird form of procrastination. When I was a student, I would purposely waste time doing things that I wouldn't normally choose to do to avoid doing the things that I really didn't want to do. Why not do things I really wanted to do instead? Because I knew I wouldn't be able to fully enjoy them if I had some horrid task hanging over my head. These days, though, it's different. I naturally want to prioritize my tasks by the amount of time it will take me to do them; shorter tasks naturally move to the top of the list. That is the tyrrany of the to-do list: It's not what you get done, it's how many items you check off.

Mostly this relates to things at work--which I'm not getting paid at this moment to think about--but overall it relates to my life as a whole. Without making this sound like some cheap self-help book, this is what I want to do:

• Focus on what is most important to me
• Spend less time maintaining things in my life
• Express myself creatively