I spent this afternoon looking at my work schedule and my calendar and my to-do list wondering how I am going to fit it all in. I suspect that part of the problem is I enjoy my child, my wife, food and my six-hours-of-sleep-a-night too much. I’m typing this while the wife is already curled up in bed. After posting I've still two things that have to get done and more that, by necessity I've put off til tomorrow.
My plans get slammed often. Slammed like a forty pound weight falling on your toe—which is exactly what happened to my employee last weekend at the gym. Writing and cycling training will have to get squeezed in after the now required six-day-work-week!
I’m glad for the change of Daylight Savings coming in March. It will make it mentally easier to pursue those goals and duties required day by day. The rest will require some discipline and saying “No.” Which is what I've been saying to sleep but she won’t take it for an answer.