To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he’s a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he’s to setting.
That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry:
For having lost but once your prime,
You may for ever tarry.
I spend my school year with one eye on the summer, the elusive beast that I imagine will somehow be filled with time of my own that I can fill with reading and writing. Seven years into my academic career I can tell you this: the beast does not exist.
I’m staring once again at the calendar, which reads June 11, as I realize that I have just two months before the school year begins again. I am, as usual, behind.
Worse: I haven’t been able to motivate myself to write and run. Between a move to Indianapolis (where I now live with my fiancee, dog, and two cats), summer school (I’m getting a second Masters), and wedding planning, I tell myself there will be time later. Meanwhile: Opportunities pile up, which stresses me out as my mountain of work gets longer.
- Invictus 2 still isn’t finished
- Making Transmedia isn’t done
- Dungeons & Dreamers isn’t done
- My work for the Atavist isn’t done
- My work on my online classes isn’t done
- My work on my institute isn’t done
Nothing, it seems, is done and I am futher from finishing because I haven’t yet figured out where to start. This is not an uncommon plight with me, although this is made worse that my new couple-d life means I have less time for exercise and running that I did before because the busy-ness of a joint life is not doubled, it’s squared. We negotiate the elements in our lives we give up, we put off, and we let go so that the other can get on with the business of the day.
Fortunately, I have a way out of this pile that threatens to plunge me into oblivion: my 90-in-90. There is no need to recount the reasons for the 90 day challenge here; you can read up in a previous post. What’s important is the road I’ll be traveling.
For the next 90 days, I will:
- Take Maxx, the dog, for 5-mile runs in the morning: We both need to arise before 8:30 and I can think of no better way than starting the day with my best furry friend. I love our time together, and he’s a hit on the Monon. Hardly a run goes by that we aren’t stopped by children, moms, and older men and women out for a morning walk. As The Girl said: “It’s hard to do anything with that dog that isn’t fun.”
- Write 1,500 words every day. There is much that needs to be written, and the reality is that it’s not going to get done this summer. Instead of being held hostage by the work,I’m just going to start writing. We’ll see where it ends up.
- Get 1 month of classes scheduled. I have 6 classes to bring online. I record in the neighborhood of 50 videos for each class, plus tutorials. I can knock out a lecture class in one day if I have the class planned. Time to start knocking out those plans. (There are 4 months in a school year, and 6 classes to plan. This gives me a little leeway on this).
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may
That’s my plan: run, write, and plan every day.
It’s very easy to get paralyzed by life. I am oftentimes overwhelmed at what’s in front of me, and I’m never quite sure how it will get finished. The reality is: it won’t unless I get started.
Today, we get started.