Tonight at 7 pm, I decided to go out and weed my yard.
Why in the world would I do that? Well, tomorrow is trash day, and I can’t stand to miss a chance to have yard debris picked up. So I wandered out to the front yard to see if there was possibly any part of the yard that could be weeded quickly. I don’t know who I was kidding; the whole yard is in need of some serious attention, and I filled the huge yard debris can in a little less than an hour.
As I was pulling all the weird primeval-looking weeds that grow in my yard, I was thinking about what brought me out there. I had come home from yoga, made something for dinner, and was curled up on the sofa reading Darcy stories. Suddenly, I found myself jumping up, rushing outside, and doing an hour of yardwork.
Why? Because time was of the essence. I couldn’t put it off, because I had to put the yard debris can out for 6 am pickup, and I had to jump to it, or I would run out of daylight completely. (As it was, it was so dark that I kept reaching for weeds and getting pricked by thorny rosebushes. Ouch!)
I tend to do better with tasks that have a deadline than those that do not. I do not always make deadlines – not by a long shot, historically – but they give me focus and something to aim for. Often, that’s all I need to kick myself into gear.
What about you? Do deadlines help, by giving you focus, or hurt, by raising expectations? Is there a specific task that would cause you to drop everything to go and take care of it? (Even if you have to give up a bit of “Darcy time”?)
I’m grateful for the people at church who welcomed us back this morning at the parish picnic. We felt a bit like we were being shunned, at first, because I think people had kind of forgotten what it was like to have us there… but slowly people drifted over. I was glad.
I’m also grateful, of course, for the photo by aloshbennett.