Playtime!
I just love this picture: boy and plane, off the ground.
A New "To Do" List
New year, a fresh start. Thankful for friends and family.
Throughout 2019 I tried an approach that helped my daily routine immensely and I want to share it. What I did was simple.
IF NOTHING PREVENTS ME
Instead of writing "to do" somewhere in my dailies and closing it in a box, I wrote "If Nothing Prevents Me" and left the space open. Instantly I had more flexibility and less stress. By not closing the box did not force me to fill it. And if something did not get done, oh well. I mark it as "IP" (in progress) and move on. At some point later in the day I went back and filled in the space around the list with a journal entry or artwork.
COUNTING THE HOURS
Inspired by Benjamin Franklin, I occasionally number the hours down one side of the page: 5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12. At each hour, I wrote in what happened, such as "Wake and day-prep," and "commute" and "Meeting" and "Gym" and even "sleep." This prevented me from making a full-tilt diary but gave some account for how I was using my time. Here is a picture of a page from Benjamin Franklin's journal as a model of what one might write.
One feature I'm integrating this year into my journal dove-tails into the "If Nothing Prevents Me" list. I plan to list "everything in my plate" and from that sort out what is within my control and what is not in my control. From these two categories, I think I should be able to determine what I can delegate, what I don't need to worry about, and what I can realistically accomplish.
FINALLY
My niece found this really cool channel on YouTube called "Chillhop Music" that runs live stream music. Just enough music, just enough beat, and no distraction. One artist called "Sleepy Fish" caught my attention. I'll share this chill instrumental to close things out. Hope there was something helpful here today.
Throughout 2019 I tried an approach that helped my daily routine immensely and I want to share it. What I did was simple.
IF NOTHING PREVENTS ME
Instead of writing "to do" somewhere in my dailies and closing it in a box, I wrote "If Nothing Prevents Me" and left the space open. Instantly I had more flexibility and less stress. By not closing the box did not force me to fill it. And if something did not get done, oh well. I mark it as "IP" (in progress) and move on. At some point later in the day I went back and filled in the space around the list with a journal entry or artwork.
COUNTING THE HOURS
Inspired by Benjamin Franklin, I occasionally number the hours down one side of the page: 5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12. At each hour, I wrote in what happened, such as "Wake and day-prep," and "commute" and "Meeting" and "Gym" and even "sleep." This prevented me from making a full-tilt diary but gave some account for how I was using my time. Here is a picture of a page from Benjamin Franklin's journal as a model of what one might write.
One feature I'm integrating this year into my journal dove-tails into the "If Nothing Prevents Me" list. I plan to list "everything in my plate" and from that sort out what is within my control and what is not in my control. From these two categories, I think I should be able to determine what I can delegate, what I don't need to worry about, and what I can realistically accomplish.
FINALLY
My niece found this really cool channel on YouTube called "Chillhop Music" that runs live stream music. Just enough music, just enough beat, and no distraction. One artist called "Sleepy Fish" caught my attention. I'll share this chill instrumental to close things out. Hope there was something helpful here today.
Popular posts from this blog
“Men and women who saw God in the Bible: Why did they not all die?”
July 2004 I went to Kenya, Africa to speak in two Pastor’s Conferences on the subject of Man, Sin and Salvation. At the end of each day I left just over an hour for questions (half the time were questions touching the subject of my lectures, and the other half for “open questions”; that is, people could ask anything). For the next few weeks, I will be sharing the questions that were asked of me, and my answers—and believe me when I say these people really know how to think! Question from Kenya #1: “Men and women who saw God in the Bible: Why did they not all die?” [“ But He said, ‘You cannot see My face, for no man can see Me and live! ’” (Exodus 33:20) was the basis of the student’s question]. Answer: First, consider those who did see God—how did they respond when they saw Him? They were instantly aware of their sinfulness, and God’s holiness and righteousness (to name a few. And notice also that each responded in an attitude of worship, bowing down): Abraham built altars, wors
A Sonnet
“My God, where is that ancient heat towards thee, Wherewith whole shoals of martyrs once did burn, Besides their other flames? Doth poetry Wear Venus' livery? only serve her turn? Why are not sonnets made of thee? and lays Upon thine altar burnt? Cannot thy love Heighten a spirit to sound out thy praise As well as any she? Cannot thy Dove Outstrip their Cupid easily in flight? Or, since thy ways are deep, and still the fame, Will not a verse run smooth that bears thy name! Why doth that fire, which by thy power and might Each breast does feel, no braver fuel choose Than that, which one day, worms may chance refuse. Sure Lord, there is enough in thee to dry Oceans of ink; for, as the Deluge did Cover the earth, so doth thy Majesty: Each cloud distills thy praise, and doth forbid Poets to turn it to another use. Roses and lilies speak thee; and to make A pair of cheeks of them, is thy abuse Why should I women's eyes for crystal take? Such poor invention burns in their low mind Wh
Happy Valentines Day!
“We are born with a disposition to love in our hearts, which is developed in proportion as the mind is perfected, and impels us to love what appears to us beautiful without ever having been told what this is. Who can doubt after this whether we are in the world for anything else than to love? In fact, we conceal in vain, we always love. In the very things from which love seems to have been separated, it is found secretly and under seal, and man could not live a moment without this.” (Blaise Pascal)