On my cell phone I blog,
ending another day too late
after staying awake,
not to grade as intended,
but to plan-- to make things better...
To prepare for tomorrow,
To practice my European geography,
To work on my map,
And to fix the obnoxious colors
on my school website,
To remove some clutter
from my computer,
To check my Facebook,
To research a proposal
for some leadership writing project thing.
Sleep comes too late.
Thoreau was right.
My life is frittered away by detail.
Not enough sleep,
not enough exercise,
not enough time with those that I love.
Maybe tomorrow I will fritter less
and be present more.
Your words could be posted as a reminder by my work table. Fewer details, more sauntering.
ReplyDeleteFritterless Days...another good way to live and love life.
ReplyDeleteWe do fly from thing to thing, don't we? Here at the beginning of the year, there are so many details to cover, so we do, but it's still more fun to fritter, at least most of the time. Fun poem!
ReplyDeleteTo fritter less and to be present more. That's something I have to keep in mind when I get distracted from my writing...
ReplyDelete-Stacey