Most of the time, I mean in the past, I’ve been very caught up with doing things. There were so many things to do. All these people that I used to spend a lot of time with were setting tasks for me, or encouraging me to set tasks for myself, and we could work together, in a two person team of sort, to complete them. I would work, then we would discuss my progress, then I would improve my focus and get the job done. All of that’s pretty much finished now.
It seems like when you’re trying to do things on your own you never seem to get much done. All right, so I’ve read a lot of books. I’ve learnt all about Maigret’s detective adventures and I’ve only got about 20 pages of Life: A User’s Manual left (but I can’t quite remember which paragraph or page I stopped reading at). But reading just seems to be spending time in a different world. I seem to lose all those hours without really achieving much at all.
What do you do? I mean when you don’t have to worry about all the washing and the washing up.
Time, to me, seems very scientific. It’s all measured with numbers and degrees. Most of the things that I do to fill it up aren’t very measurable at all.
I think that it’s about time that I did something that demonstrates how I’ve realised time (is worth using).