A whole different day

# Chapter 348

Deflected and redirected from all the tasks that you had set before you, but did you get a single one of them accomplished? Nope. A whole different day emerged. Frankly a much better day in most ways, the only fail being that the tasks from yesterday have now been moved to today and I can see that they will likely get moved to tomorrow. This is a terrible pattern of production, a great pattern of living in the moment and going with the flow of kids and grandkids and parental care. The non-productive pattern was a lot more fun too. Only bad part is that the production pieces of life aren’t going away, those 38 thank you notes are waiting to be hand-written, those financials need to be submitted, those taxes need to be paid, those cups-of-coffee 3-100 still need to be found and explored. And honestly a thousand other tasks are calling for attention. This is life and it is persistent.

An occasional “whole different day” is one thing, a pattern of whole different days is far more significant and deadly. There has to be a balance of getting it done, and living it well. Since I am generally the only one getting it done on the work side around here, the priorities need to stand. But when a sick grand baby wants their Opa to pick them up and hold them, well you do. When said sick grand baby crashes and falls asleep in your hot sweaty arms, you sit down and let them sleep, and enjoy every moment of the deep snuggles and baby smells, until the nap is over and they pop right out of your arms and start running around energetically. When youngest daughter needs to install and secure the child carrier on her bike, you stop and make sure it is done and done correctly. When oldest daughter gets stuck in an airport you stop and facilitate and help change all her arrival plans. And so on and so forth the day unfolded . . . .