A few weeks ago, I talked about my time management struggles.
There's no doubt that my time management woes were partly caused by the bipolar disorder with which I would soon be diagnosed.
I can't blame it all on being bipolar.
I am the queen of procrastination. I've done a stellar job of putting off organizing my time.Ã‚ No schedule, no routine, no organization to our days beyond eating when we're hungry.
I asked some girlfriends who work from home with little kids how they do it. I thought about organizing my time. I printed out Tell Your Time and Have Your Cake and Eat It, Too, both of the e-books that I mentioned in my last time management post.
I thought about it a lot.
But I never got beyond the thinking stage until last week, when my therapist said something along the lines of "You've been talking about this schedule for a long time. How about you get it done over the weekend and bring it in on Monday to show us. I'm going to ask you for it on Monday."
So I really had to do it.
Over the weekend, I found a lot of things to do that were more pressing than the schedule. I ended up getting out Tell Your Time around 11pm on Sunday.
But I did get it out.
Amy Lynn Andrews just released an updated version of Tell Your Time.
I went through all of the exercises in the book on Sunday night.
I couldn't sleep. That was unrelated to making a schedule, but I figured as long as I was up, I might as well be productive.
The new version of Amy's e-book is cleaner, tighter, and more widely applicable than her first one. It's a big improvement over a book that was pretty darn awesome to begin with.
Anyway, I worked and worked on my priorities, my roles, and my goals. I kept working on them until they were just right, just wanted I wanted from my life and my world.
That felt like the easy part, to tell you the truth.
After all of that, I had to actually write it down.
I looked at the blank schedule provided by Tell Your Time. I checked my email. I looked back at the schedule. I searched for a pencil, afraid that doing it in pen would lead to certain disaster. I checked Twitter, got a drink, checked my email again, played my turn on Scrabble, anything to keep myself from thinking about the empty schedule.
In the book, Amy says to schedule sleep first, so I did that.
Then I wrote in my church services.
And then I looked at it again, paralyzed by fear. Cue email, Twitter, Facebook, and every other distraction I could find. It wasn't until the next day when I wasn't really paying attention to it at all that I had a brain storm and realized how the whole thing should go together.
Here's the schedule I ended up with:
If Tell Your Time only came with a little timer and a bell to prompt me to change activities, I'd be all set.