The Passage of Time (Photo credit: ToniVC)
I left the house this morning at 6:30am. 2 hours earlier than usual. I usually help with feeding, changing, playing with the girls. This morning, I had a 7 am meeting. I didn’t even get to say good morning to the girls. And Jen had to manage the juggling act of caring and feeding on her own.
At 6pm the phone rang. I answered. It didn’t sound good. I heard Jen talking. Screaming babies drowned what she was saying. Neither girl would eat. Both were crying. Jen was frustrated. Understandably. Twins are exhausting. Not the first nor the last time I’ll say that.
Jen thought I’d come home a couple of hours earlier than usual since I left for work so early. That assumption didn’t work out. I had a document to prepare for a client meeting tomorrow. At 6pm I was head down in the document.
After the call with screaming babies, I promptly saved it and headed home. Before the call, I was just doing the work in front of me.
It’s funny. I thought about leaving early since I started early. I decided that would be silly decision. I don’t get paid by the hour. I get paid to produce results. Sometimes it takes 12 hours to produce a result. Other times it takes 6 hours. It’s not about time.
On the other hand, the more efficiently and effectively I produce a result, the less likely it is that I have to work 12 hours. I did not work efficiently or effectively today. I was easily distracted. My attention consistently ran off course. I didn’t gain something that resembled focus until nearly 3 pm. I wasted a lot of time unintentionally … which is worse than intentionally. I was at work instead of with my girls. That’s not who I want to be. I had work to do because I hadn’t managed myself effectively. It could have been done. It’s about time.
It’s about time that I live in a way that reflects that it’s not about time. It’s about results.
Related articles
