Item #1: It’s official. I’m a citizen journalist. And that makes me the “media,” at least for today.
I know it’s true, because I got a pitch from a company wanting me to pimp for its new business-networking website. That’s right, the folks from Lyro want me to review and cover the “launch” of their new venture. I’m not gonna bother, since it looks way too much like LinkedIn, only more boring.
Item #2: Chill out, if you know how. I used my entire spring break (last week) to catch up on job-related chores. Went to the office 4 of 5 days, and my desk is soooooo clean.
I’m not complaining, mind you. I’m just really busy is all. And thanks to this piece by by Alina Tugend in Saturday’s New York Times, I know I’m not alone.
Tugend cites a survey that says 36 percent of salaried employees polled didn’t plan to take their full vacation time. They were too busy. The story quotes liberally from Hallowell’s 2006 book “CrazyBusy: Overstretched, Overbooked and About to Snap.” I’d read it if I had time.
This quote from Hallowell, describes me perfectly:
Many people are excessively busy because they allow themselves to respond to every magnet: tracking too much data, processing too much information, answering to too many people, taking on too many tasks — all in the sense that this is the way they must live in order to keep up and stay in control. But it’s the magnets that have the control.
This blog is the biggest magnet in my life, and sometimes I wish I could reverse the polarity. It draws me in, then it sucks the life out of me. It’s my cocaine. Exhilarating, but every 30 minutes I need another line. It exhausts me, but it also offers a satisfaction that’s almost as good as…well, it’s not that good.
I know other bloggers who read this will understand, but I need you to explain it to my wife. Which is the perfect segue to Item #3.
Item #3: Happily ever after are us. More than once on this site I’ve mentioned my wife’s impatience over my blogging. It’s true that this site pulls me away from her and life’s priorities more than it should. She wonders why.
“Tell me again, how much do they pay you to write that thing?” she often asks.
So last night I shut down the laptop and we went to dinner to celebrate our 30th anniversary. We only do this like every 30 years, so it’s a pretty big deal at our house.
Having a soul mate who loves you can turn the rest of life’s travails into mere bumps and bruises. No one knows this better than I.
I love you dear. And it doesn’t matter if you don’t read my blog. I know you’re crazy busy.