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"It's amazing how fast time seems to slip away when
you grow older," Trudy thought to herself as she got up
from her diminutive afternoon nap. "You get up in the
morning, make plans for the day, and even before you can get
to them it seems to be noon already. Either I'm allowing
myself too often to get distracted by other things, or I'm
just getting slower. Or maybe both!"
She frowned somewhat disturbed as the image of a speeding
train revealed itself to her imagination. She could see
herself standing beside the train, watching it rushing past.
And every compartment that was swooshing by represented an
important issue at hand: a paper to be finished; a research to
be done; a presentation to be executed; a website to be
updated; a
newsletter to be written; a call to be made; a letter to be
sent; legal papers to be submitted; the variety was abundant.
But then Trudy's sense of rationality took over and she
realized that a passing train hardly ever displayed itself
more than once with the same compartments, but a carousel.
yeah,
that was a different story. "Carousels turn round and
round, and you see the same horses with the same loads passing
by time and again; at least, until the carousel stops,"
Trudy contemplated. "And since the carousel horses are on
the same plateau, you
can switch from one to another during the same ride. Besides,
these horses also bounce up and down, just like the issues in
our lives: Today the outlook may be somber, yet tomorrow it
might seem much brighter, depending on where you stand. Yes,
life is definitely like a carousel."
But what exactly was so frustrating now that the years were
adding up? "Well," Trudy thought, "It may be
that once you fall off the spinning carousel, you don't dare
to jump on it again as swift as you used to, because the speed
of today's carousels seems higher than the ones from the good
old days, and my good old mind has not managed to accelerate
its activities at the same pace, let alone my good old
body!"
"So that may be why making a schedule in the morning is
so important," Trudy 's inner voice continued its sermon.
"And this daily schedule should be made with time, preferably
in the joyful company of a cup of coffee, a bowl
of fruit, or anything else that gets you going when the day
starts. Taking a half hour for scheduling your activities may
spare you a lot of frustration at the end of a seemingly unproductive day. Because, you know
what? The day may not have really been unproductive after all;
just filled with all kinds of unplanned horses on the carousel
that needed to be ridden too!"
So, if you take your time to calmly evaluate the tasks for
today, like Trudy seems to be planning to from now on, you
will produce a list that is not only designed responsibly, but
also protects you from the stress of last-minute execution of
postponed duties. We, people, just have a tendency to do the nice things first and postpone the not-so-nice ones
to the last moment. And the results of procrastinating
important issues till they become urgent are known by many of
us: gastritis, headache, bad temper, and diminishing
motivation.
Steven Covey warns for allowing easy cases to become pressing
ones by mentioning the sense of time management and the
overall relevance of executing a task when it's important but
not yet urgent. The advantage of life's carousel is that the
horses keep showing themselves to you with intervals. Don't
allow the same horse to appear too many times without being
ridden, but even more important: select the horses that you
definitely need to ride first. After all, the carousel may
stop anytime now, and wouldn't it be nice to have at least
been able to ride the horse you desired most? No?
Burbank, California; May 20, 2003; Joan Marques, MBA, Doctoral
Student
(URL: http://www.joanmarques.com)
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About the Author:
Joan Marques, holds an MBA, is a doctoral candidate in
Organizational Leadership, and a university instructor in
Business and Management in Burbank, California. You may visit
her web site at www.joanmarques.com
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