(Originally published in Main Line Life 1/16/08)
Every year at this time I vow that I will manage my time better and finally get organized. I have been working toward this elusive goal for decades, yet when I look around me it appears I haven’t made much progress. My biggest accomplishment seems to be that I move things from one pile to another pile, and then I move the piles around. Sometimes I even move the piles from one room to another room where they join – you guessed it – more piles.
My excuse is always the same. I simply don’t have enough time; enough hours in the day to go through the trivial stuff that needs to be taken care of. The stuff you can’t make yourself throw away until you look at it again to make sure you should throw it away. The stuff you save because someday you are magically going to have enough time to get organized. The problem is, I am never going to have more time – none of us are. Every single person I know; man, woman, and even child, is frantically busy, and we all have the same complaint – there’s just not enough time.
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