So what did I gain by having that extra hour in my day? Frustration, that’s what. I’ve wasted more than an hour trying to recall my brilliant mental manuscript. Not gonna happen, folks. But there was a lesson learned. There are simply some things I can’t control. Wasting time on them gets me nowhere. I could’ve used that extra hour in a more positive way – by starting the next chapter of my work-in-progress, or getting a head start on my next blog. Edits for another project are waiting for me, too. I could’ve worked on them.
Any one of those choices would’ve been a lot more productive than trying to recall a dream that obviously wasn’t important enough to stick around. So now, I’m working on this blog, plus edits and my WIP, instead of wasting time chasing pipe dreams. Like most of the stuff I’ve misplaced, it’ll show up sometime.
I’m realistic enough to know that part of my problem is procrastination, but I refuse to let a single, sixty-minute block of elusive time take over my entire day. I have other things to worry about...like who picks which hour we gain or lose, and where does it go, anyway? And what about the parts of the country that are smart enough to leave their time alone?
What did you do with your extra hour? I’m already worrying about the one I’ll lose next spring. Will I ever find it? Is all this stress really necessary?
Till next time (whatever it is), I’ll keep the gate open for you and the sweet tea cold. Y’all come on over.