Stop Spinning Plates

There’s a nifty little book that I turn to often. Honestly, it’s tiny. It upturned the idiom “time is money” for me by forcing me to consider the intrinsic value of time. How to live on 24 hours a day by Arnold Bennett.

The supply of time is truly a daily miracle. You wake up in the morning, and lo! your purse is magically filled with twenty-four hours of the unmanufactured tissue of the universe of your life! It is yours. It is the most precious of possessions. A highly singular commodity, showered upon you in a manner as singular as the commodity itself!

I am, slowly, learning to live on 24 hours a day.

This means two things to me: (1) not trying to do two day’s work in one afternoon, and (2) not wasting two days doing an afternoon’s work.

I’d generally consider myself a recovering workaholic.

I like shiny objects and I’d like them all now.