Those who make the worst of their time

…most complain about its shortness.” – La Bruyere

Complain? Moi?

I have to confess, I’ve been complaining about lack of time lately, only internally – oh, and to the millions of people who read my blog, as from this minute. Just don’t tell anyone. I don’t want a reputation as a whinger, though apparently, there’s a cure!

(The best cure, never mind miracle elixirs, is…STOP WHINGING! Annoying that…)

SO…

I work long hours, often evenings and weekends, but not necessarilywith the highest efficiency level in the universe, I’m the first to admit.

I consider myself fortunate to have so much work to do and I know it’s because of the quality of material I produce – to deadline and to budget and with a smile on my face. Pleased clients = repeat work = more word-of-mouth referrals = more to fit in to the finite hours in the day.

Though I always, ALWAYS get the work done, and done well, sometimes I run myself ragged in the process.

I’ve concluded that I must be from the Rocking Horse School of Time Management.

I confuse motion and progress.

Silly me. Note to self, courtesy of Alfred A. Montapert: “Do NOT confuse motion and progress. A rocking horse keeps moving but does not make any progress.”

And, with a magnificent Caroline Coxon leap from wooden horses to live ants…

That’s what I’ll be looking at – when I can find the time!

(If I come up with any magic solutions, you’ll be the very first to know).