Time between distractions

Tomorrow morning, I promised to help a colleague move home. Something that I usually put my hand on and volunteer, even if it’s not volunteering. I have found that, often in Bangladesh, it is difficult to help people move, and I know how much it can suck to move without enough hands to help. His wife will arrive in December and it makes everything a little harder. Sometimes, a little help means more than just trying to help. A few hours out of my day, could give them more. And I can get one slice of pizza.

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Tomorrow night we are going to go to the neighbors place for a crayfish party. Here is the history of some people in autumn, where people eat fresh water crayfish, sing and drink. We were able to get smallsteps in place of his parents in a short notice. Because we weren’t originally invited. Because they have a tradition with a certain group of friends, but most of them are sick and can't make it. So we are stand-ins

I've used these pictures a few times to edit the New Year's forecast sparkler that I took last year. Which meant a year of change and a move towards better things. Not like planning.

However, between moving furniture and eating crayfish. We need to draw the top bottom layer. So that we can see that there are areas where spacing and sanding are still needed. The surface area is so vast and there is so much going on that it is difficult to see exactly what has been done at this stage. I'm waiting to get some paint. Although it is only a base, it will probably need a base later. Because it will give a good idea of what the place looks like.

Although this work is going to be quite fair and will probably go well towards Sunday. Which means I'm probably not drinking too much at a crayfish party. Probably a good thing. Before most of my friends moved to cities and some countries, we used to have our own annual crayfish party. Which was always a lot of fun even after the need for some recovery. Until then, none of us had children. So we were somewhat free.

However, after a long week and a weekend after work, it would be nice to spend a few hours with friends and cool down a bit without worrying too much about the world. I’m not the kind of person who usually spends too much time avoiding the world. But I know myself well enough to know when I have to move myself a little bit. Like helping my coworker move. A little help can go a long way.

The thing with this though is that if you are not careful the resetting confusion can turn into a habitual avoidance that consumes time instead of time. Which can be used for other things. I often wonder how much time we as a society nowadays spend in activities of mass deviation. When we need to do more. With just so much time in the day, balancing to provide the best service for a better life can be difficult in this day and age. Especially with so much temptation for the confusion available at our fingertips that we are designed to draw the scales on our behalf. Aiming at our weaknesses to overcome us.

Time is our most promising resource that is needed to find and meet our potential. But it is constantly being taken away from us by a thousand small cuts in the stream of our attention. Like the sparkler in the picture we can also feel that we have time ahead of us. But it melts faster than I thought.