I was enchanted to see Phil Patton's piece in the New York Times on "Our Longing for Lists." The piece was illustrated with the image of Johnny Cash's to-do list (which, by the way, reportedly sold at auction in December 2010 for $6,250).
For those times when I can't get outside and I find myself with some time to kill, I'm going to start painting by numbers. Or maybe I'll try making jewelry or origami. Who says I can only have one hobby, anyway?
From what I hear, one of the most common happiness challenges is lack of time for something important. People want to exercise, or work on a novel, or meditate, or read for pleasure, and they just can't fit it into their day. I absolutely know the feeling.
I have navigated treacherous territory before. From experience I know that barks are worse than bites -- that no matter how scary, dedication to one's authentic journey takes precedence over fear, overcomes obstacles and provides ultimate protection.
I used to be the sort of person who was hyperaware of time passing. As I'd go about my day, I'd be painfully conscious of the seconds and minutes just disappearing into the cloudy ether. Each inhale and exhale I took signaled a blip that had been utterly and irretrievably lost.
Don't accuse yourself of being lazy or being a procrastinator and ask: Why is this so difficult? The fact that you're finding it hard to make yourself do something is a sign that maybe you should be doing something else.
I have always clung to my family's history as something that defines me in a way I have yet to understand. I feel ignorant though when people ask when was the last time I visited, because I simply haven't... ever.
Eliot & Mary debate how a bad bet in London -- shades of AIG! -- produced "told you sos" from those wanting a strong Volcker Rule. Is Regulation still evil? Then: the two debate opening partisan attacks on Bain and Debt.