The irony of this post is that I didn’t know where to start. I then had an idea and couldn’t remember if I’d used it already. At 32 my memory ain’t what it used to be!
The bit I couldn’t remember is whether or not I have stated my reasons for trying to blog regularly, and why I’m blogging daily at the moment to get into the habit. My idea is that it would help me analyse things and maybe even be creative with thoughts. Unfortunately I can’t always think of something I want to write about despite resolving to watch more news and read more articles etc. My only thought is that I zone in and perhaps focus more than I think.
So without knowing where to start, I thought I might run through my day and see where it takes me. As it happens, I can ramble about my day and keep roughly on topic. Today seemed like reliving my standard workdays of a few years ago, certainly up until the point at 15.30 that I decided I’d had enough and left.
I got up at 5am and was in the office by 7.15 having called to pick up coffee and a muffin on the way in. I had a presentation to prepare for a 2 hour meeting at 8am, which only ended up lasting 1 hour before someone else had other priorities. I then fixed my computer and sat down and did a mind-numbingly repetitive data entry task before a meeting, lunch and another meeting. The afternoon was mostly filled with complaining and fixing issues.
It got me stressed. My memory of the day is stress. Work stress anyway, not really stress. The day, as I said, reminded me of the days where this was what I did every day, but I worked 16 hour days every day back then, not just a one off 8 hour day. But interestingly, while I wouldn’t really like to do it again over a prolonged period of time, I do look back on those days a lot more fondly than I do the stresses of today.
I suppose it’s because I can’t remember the specific difficulties, but I can remember working in a great team and I can remember the specific successes.
But the actual post topic is a hard answer. While time has helped some memories, I don’t feel the necessity to rank the memories I prefer. As long as I keep making vivid new ones, then that’s what matters.
But after a while
You realize time flies
And the best thing that you can do
Is take whatever comes to you.
‘Cause time flies.
Time Flies by Porcupine Tree