Welcome to Under the Maples. The old adage, “you can take the girl out of the country, but you can’t take the country out of the girl,” applies to me. I live in a concrete jungle today, but I grew up “under the maples.” While I enjoy many of the more cosmopolitan aspects of city living, I’m still most at home where there are more trees and grass than concrete and steel. In these pages I’ll be talking about anything that strikes my fancy, but expect to find an emphasis on history and genealogy.
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05 December 2011
Time
Time. Why is it that there never seems to be enough of it? Are our lives really too busy? Or do we just have time management issues? Until recently, I would have said the later, but lately, I'm starting to wonder. I find myself these days with "extra" time on my hands. As I've set about taking on some projects to fill that time, I find myself not having enough. Am I overextended? Have I become so accustomed to not having enough that I can't function unless I feel that I'm crunched for time? My to-do list keeps getting shorter, but I don't have any more time. What is this mysterious concept? Why do I feel enslaved to it? How do I make it stop?
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