My New Year’s resolution just over three weeks ago was to read at least one hour every day. I’ve now tweaked it a little. Because I can’t read a full straight hour anymore without starting to nod. So the second half hour of my “reading” was pretty much wasted.
My first alternatives to reading were to play another computer game, or to grab something surgary, preferably something sugary with chocolate. That, the snake in the tree said to me, would give me a boost of energy and then I could return to reading with a more lively mind.
All right, I knew the snake was leaving out half the consequences of this latter solution. My fatigue would return quite quickly, and it would not take long for that sugary chocolate to transform itself into a little bit more stored fat than I needed. More sensibly, I thought about introducing a daily nap in to my schedule. But I found I wasn’t tired enough.
So I’m now onto an adjusted resolution. I’m reading for two half-hour bits every day.
In the process, I’ve discovered something else. It might be the German in me, but I like living on a schedule. I am now scheduling my day much more definitively in 30-60 minute slots, and I’m getting much more done. Or at least, I think I am, and I feel much less unpegged and potentially anxious. I haven’t got much time to play computer games, which I didn’t enjoy anyway, even as I compulsively pressed the icon for one more game of mahjong.
Of course, life has a way of interfering with schedules. So I have to be a little bit flexible when we wake up to find the kitchen floor flooded with last night’s rain. Or I break another molar, requiring three previously unscheduled visits to the dentist. Or the electricity shuts off and it takes the entire afternoon of experimentation to discover that the immersion heater in the hot water tank is what keeps shorting the system.
Whatever else though, 2014 has not been boring. Though I do have a few suggestions to the gods of fate for future diversions. Winning the lottery would be interesting, for instance.