Why do I write like I’m running out of time?

Before we went on any protest, whether it was sit-ins or the freedom rides or any march, we prepared ourselves, and we were disciplined. We were committed to the way of peace – the way of non-violence – the way of love – the way of life as the way of living.

Congressman John Lewis February 21, 1940 – July 17, 2020

We are on day 128 of 15 days to slow the spread.

This past week we lost two Civil Rights icons, Congressman John Lewis and The Reverent C.T. Vivian. Both were close associates of Martin Luther King, Jr. Both had much to teach us.

May we continue to learn.

Like many of you, I am continuing to learn how to survive during house arrest.

Some things are sort of back to normal. I can go to the gym. I can go out for breakfast. I can meet with people.

But I’m still here at home teleworking. It’s quite possible that I’ll be teleworking until I can retire, or ‘til Jesus

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comes back.

I’m pretty sure I’m looking forward to both, so, bonus.

But I continue to go over lists of projects and things I want to accomplish during this “down” time.

I mean, there’s the never-ending list of yard work and house projects. They’ll always be there. Even when I complete one, something else will turn up.

Besides, we’re in the middle of a heat wave. I fed the birds and watered the plants on the porch.

That’s enough for July.

It’s not quite like that with writing. There are deadlines. Sometimes project, and payment, based. Sometimes self-imposed.

That’s what I’m dealing with. I have three larger projects going. Two that I want to get published by September at the latest. So, I have deadlines.

And, I feel like I’m running out of time.

I suppose I’ve always worked best on deadlines. It probably comes from editing the high school newspaper and college yearbook. Somehow, we always met the deadline.

I’m not sure why it suddenly feels like I have less time.


Maybe it’s wishful thinking.

As much as I want to get back to normal things like the theater, the amusement park, church, and…well…okay…yes, even the office, I’ve enjoyed part of this slowing down process.

I’m more organized in my home office than I have been in years.

Maybe that’s it. Maybe it’s not time, it’s the lack of chaos.

That’s probably another post.

So, I’m not sure why I’m feeling the pressure of deadlines. Especially the ones I’ve created for myself.

But, while I do, I’m going to use the momentum to get some stuff done.

I’ll believe that if you will.


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