This has been one of those weeks. I have been feeling, from a physical perspective, depleted. I am also still getting over the lingering effects of a nasty bug that laid me out at the end of last month. Either that, or spring has finally sprung in Winnipeg and all this mould, dust, and beginnings of growth are affecting me. So my energy level has been lower than usual, and I’ve found myself tired and frustrated that everything just seems to take so long.

Full confession: there has been a distraction. I am part of a well-established volunteer organisation that does not yet have a website. It’s something that I’ve been meaning to work on for them for some years now, but I didn’t realise how easy it is to get set up until I’d fiddled around hereabouts. So, with help, I’ve been working primarily on the other site for this group. (I’m feeling close to having something for them to review and I hope, approve from a design perspective, even if the content needs a lot of work yet!)

This begs an even fuller confession: I know a guy. We have an agreement. He oversees the back end of my site, (database, server business, etc), while I get to focus on the front end (design and content). Plus, I just ask when I can’t get something to work, and he figures it out for me. (Yes, I’m aware that as a “computer guy,” 97% of this is him having better “Google-fu” than me, but that’s not important). He would tell you that he gets to do the fun part, while I say that’s my role. So, I guess it works out well since we’re both doing the bits we like – they just happen to be the opposite parts of the whole. He’s also supporting the back end of this other project as well. Thank goodness. I don’t think I could do everything myself these days!

Which brings me to the point of today’s entry:

I must focus on making better choices in my time investment.

For me, this means setting my priorities and sticking to them. Now that I’m back to relying on Winnipeg Transit to get around, I’m losing a lot of minutes every time I have to go somewhere. Minutes of sleep, of writing time, of daydreaming. (Hey, don’t knock it. I do my best thinking when I’m not thinking!) So, I must make some sacrifices to regain that valuable time.

It’s taken me a few days to figure this much out. My next steps will involve taking a hard look at where my time is being wasted (or where it could be more wisely spent).

I miss writing every day. I want that back.

Now it’s up to me to make it happen.

Determinedly,

Elizabeth.