Life and Deadlines

I am good at deadlines, as long as they are set by others and those others expect me to meet them. I will meet deadlines; I will meet expectations.

I’ve never been good at making and keeping my own deadlines, being boring, doing the work. Maybe I don’t treat my “work” (or aspirations thereof) seriously enough. 

But for the past couple months, I gave myself permission to not even pretend to have deadlines. To live instead. To not be boring. To not do the work. It was easy to excuse this: I started a new job in December and I’m settling into the schedule and commute; the weather has been unseasonably delightful; we’ve been busy with life, really. But I sense that I’m coming to the end of my excuse rope. Time’s up.

I often don’t understand how some of the bloggers I read have time to live all the wonderful experiences they blog and photograph and upload all those pictures and deconstruct all those events, even if the event is just a perfectly styled weekend trip to the park. Doesn’t all that documenting interrupt the actual living? How do they manage their time and relationships? I mean, really, who has that kind of time? Part of me gets jealous. But just because I’m not obsessively documenting everything doesn’t mean I’m not also having delightful experiences of my own. 

Anyway, here are a few of the things I’ve been enjoying lately.

(Pablo is also envious of my time and is sad when I spend too much of it on the computer!)