“I don’t know where the day went,” was a familiar, almost constant lament of mine.
Eventually, after yet another day slipped past me, I sat for an hour trying to discern how 8 hours had simply vanished in a jumble of tiny tasks, none of which stuck in my memory, leaving me feeling like I’d accomplished nothing.
Where did the time go?
That day, as I paused, I realized the day doesn’t go anywhere. I do. At least mentally. But where exactly do I go? Read the rest of my blog at Procrastination, Time Management, and Motivation