What do all these people have in common? They all died at a younger age than I am now, all having left their mark upon the world (whether they knew it or not).
Even if I live to be a hundred (unlikely), I am still nearly a third of the way through my life. And should I happen to die tomorrow (possibly more likely than the die-at-100 scenario, albeit still fairly unlikely), I do not think I will pop off content with how I have spent my time on this wandering orb.
It’s been 27 degrees C (80.6F) every day this year. This may not seem hot to you (particularly if you live with air conditioning) but it’s all a matter of what you’re used to, and this climate has conditioned me to mostly dwell in the teens.
Unfortunately, my to do list for summer projects includes things like “clear out woodshed” and “stack cord of firewood” (that’s 3.6 cubic metres/130 cubic feet, by hand), and “dig drainage ditch”.
Due to our proximity to the longest day, the sun pours down for about fifteen hours at a stretch. Fifteen hours and three minutes, if you want to get precise about today. This means that it gets cool enough to go outside and get to work on the garden about ten minutes before it gets dark enough that you can no longer see the garden – about half an hour before bedtime.
“It’s that time of year when all of our apps send us emails about how many books we read, what music we listened to the most, or how much exercise we got.
In this online world of ours, it’s important that we quantify what we’ve done so that we can make our passions more closely resemble math homework.”
Bill Ferris (read his full post here).
What do you think? Is this a trap you fall into? Or do you find it actually helpful instead of anxiety-inducing?