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Some days life seems overwhelming. I’ve had a few days like that lately. You know the drill – task list longer than your arm, only to find you can’t decide which task to do first. So you do none.
Multitasking isn’t a new concept for me. With many varied interests and a mild case of ADD (if such a thing can be mild), I’ve always been easily distracted. I’ve spent a career as a scientist, but even within that realm I’ve zigzagged through specialties as I’ve hopped from one firm to another. Marine biology? Covered! Aquatic toxicology? Got it! Pesticides? Chemicals? Food and Drug? Effluents? Ocean disposal sediments? Check, check, check, check. Zoology, Botany, Physiology, Anatomy, Ecology? Yup, and more. Adaptability kept me employed despite periodic company upheavals, layoffs, job hopping. Need me in Brussels? Where’s my ticket? Edinburgh? I’m there. I’ve fallen a lot professionally, but I always found a way to fall upward. Well, mostly always.
Of course, a career of science didn’t keep me away from my second career as an Abraham Lincoln nut. Early on in my life I became enamored of our 16th president, which made me the odd-man-out in my revolutionary war-focused neighborhood. I’m not sure what attracted me to him – maybe his honesty, integrity, ability to read the public sentiment, really tall hat – but I started reading about him when I was very young. How young, I don’t recall, which means it was very very young. I do remember reading Jim Bishop’s book The Day Lincoln was Shot, and of course Carl Sandburg’s The Prairie Years and the War Years. And many more. Now I’m focused on my Lincoln studies as Vice President of the Lincoln Group of DC and Board member of the Abraham Lincoln Institute. I’ve written one book on Abraham Lincoln (two if you include an Amazon e-book) and am working on two others. Lincoln activities consume many of my days (including today; I leave shortly to attend a lecture by a fellow Lincoln historian).
Ah, but then there is the travel. I call my home website Science Traveler. After living and working in Brussels for three years, traveling as much as work and pocketbook would allow, I got the travel bug. I even quit my job a few years later to focus on writing and traveling (and writing about traveling). I recently returned from a road trip, am flying off again soon to board a ship, after which I have another road trip, then yet another road trip, then a few more before flying off again. In the next 12 months I should be on as many as six continents. Planning and doing takes a lot of time.
I just found myself exhaling a huge sigh, right after realizing that the monologue above doesn’t even include my writing. I have one primary major book on Lincoln I’m working on, but there is also a secondary Lincoln book I’m just getting started (I’ll be editing a compendium volume). Oh, and my first Bill Bryson-esque travel memoir, a road trip through Argentina’s Patagonia, that will be the first of my science traveling series. I’m also starting to plot out the research for my “next” book, assuming I can stay focused long enough to get the current book(s) written.
There’s more – a lot more – but you get the idea.
As the title of this piece notes, I’m stretched thin in every way except height and weight. My “to do” list not only keeps expanding, it has stretched into multiple pages. For every item I cross off there are a half dozen I add. Something has to change. I’m just not sure what.
Meanwhile, I’m a bit lost. My writing has suffered because I’m trying to juggle too many things at once (including actual juggling; I recently set a new continuous run record of over 1300 balls without a drop). Rather than work on the next chapter of my Lincoln book I can’t seem to stop adding to and editing an already-way-too-long current chapter. Getting into a writing routine is hard when my days are split among so many different interests and obligations. To make matters worse, WordPress has suddenly stopped their “Daily Prompt” page, which was so often a stimulus to what I wrote here on Hot White Snow. Now I’m wondering if I should find an alternative daily prompt or if I should redirect my energies and the focus of this page in another direction. Some of the pieces here have been “memoir,” relating stories from my life. I’ve posted about my travels, my family, my “50 Objects,” and my research. I have a section called “On Writing” where I offer advice on the writing life. Others are random creative pieces stimulated by the prompt.
Like my life, Hot White Snow has become a little bit of everything. Perhaps both need more focus. But in what direction?
I’m stretched thin and lost. How shall I find myself?
David J. Kent is an avid science traveler and the author of Lincoln: The Man Who Saved America, in Barnes and Noble stores now. His previous books include Tesla: The Wizard of Electricity (2013) and Edison: The Inventor of the Modern World (2016) and two e-books: Nikola Tesla: Renewable Energy Ahead of Its Time and Abraham Lincoln and Nikola Tesla: Connected by Fate.
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Stephanie Barr said:
I’d give you advice but I’m in the same boat. Too many things to do, nowhere near enough time to do them.
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davidjkentwriter said:
To be honest, I think most of us are in the same boat (which explains the lack of air sometimes). I shouldn’t complain; I have what many consider a great life. I’m just frustrated that I can’t do it all, and then do more. 🙂
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Relax... said:
I have no advice. I have much other than writing and traveling and learning and sharing on my to-do list(s), but indeed, it seems we’re all extremely busy, and worse, unfocused because of the sheer volume. Chocolate used to be my answer to lots of things. It’s becoming Pinot Grigio of late, though. It quiets the din of not getting things done, or maybe the not really live-ing. As I say, no advice, unless you can still eat Skybar candy bars. Or a Chunky now and then. 🙂 It is dreadful not to have a word prompt, here. It helped.
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davidjkentwriter said:
I can live with the chocolate and pinot grigio idea. 🙂
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Relax... said:
LOL1
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Lightness Traveling said:
Likewise, no advice. I long ago quit worrying about being “productive”. And yet, like some Murphy’s Law corollary, life seems to fill every spare moment in direct proportion to new time as it becomes available. I won’t even get into today’s monumental bureaucratic plunder.
I will say, however, that I am defensive of certain times set aside for myself, especially that related to stress management and to health maintenance. Aside from that, I understand the short attention-span, or “habituation” to circumstance; the consequence of which is to be in a perpetual state of mastering something new as opposed to being maximally “productive”. But if the quest is really just to “find yourself”, the answer is probably to be found in the moments in-between anyway. No prompts, no schedule, no worries… 😀
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davidjkentwriter said:
The term “productive” is probably too subjective to have much meaning. I’m someone who needs down time, but my down time is usually doing something else others might call productive. That said, I rarely feel like I’m getting anything done. Well, except when I have a hard deadline. The prospect of having to return an advance is pretty persuasive incentive when I’m writing.
I’ll have some forced down time in a couple of weeks. Maybe I can zen out, or something. 🙂
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Lightness Traveling said:
I’ve made it a point to change my blood-type. These days, I’m pretty hard to persuade. I can go with “B”… regardless of what shows up on the slide (or doesn’t show up).
“I love deadlines. I love the whooshing noise they make as they go by.”
― Douglas Adams
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davidjkentwriter said:
You can change your blood type?
Cute quote. And true for my self-imposed deadlines. Publisher-paying-me-money deadlines tend to be kept. Getting to that point is the tough part.
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Lightness Traveling said:
Well, the doctor might argue with me about it. But hey, it’s my blood. As for the deadlines, I long ago made certain that the first ones would be the only ones I really needed to keep. And I did. Much easier when you’re young. Just not likely to commit to them anymore. So yes… I changed my “blood-type”. 😉
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davidjkentwriter said:
Glad you take what you want. 😉
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AprilEsutton said:
Hubby fell up the success ladder. So many moves! Got some nice overseas trips from it though. Since I have not been very productive recently, I have no help to offer. Sometimes that just happens in life, and we just have to work our way through.
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davidjkentwriter said:
Always nice not only to land on your feet, but land on your feet in better circumstances. 🙂
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hbsuefred said:
This lack of focus seems to me to be one of the double edged swords one has to deal with when one’s time is one’s own i.e. when retired or semi-retired. That is the situation I have found myself in since my second retirement. My result is similar to yours – there are many things I want to do but not sure which ones to concentrate on at any given moment. We want to do them all, right? The one thought that came to me out of this conundrum and on which I might like to concentrate my efforts in the near term is…setting priorities. Of course, I really haven’t established very many yet, though I must say that they do seem to set themselves occasionally for short periods of time mostly, so far. Have you found the secret sauce for your own allocations of time and energy? If so, please share!
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davidjkentwriter said:
As my reply today to your two-week comment suggests, I’m still looking for that secret sauce. I’ve been offline for that two weeks and only sporadically online now. Being on the road/air/sea/river/water buffalo makes it hard to keep up with things, which means I’ll be keeping busy right up to Christmas trying to catch up. 🙂
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