There's a product on the market called "Short Cuts"--which, for those not familiar with it, is a package of cut-up chicken or turkey breast available in the refrigerated section of the grocery store and aimed at harried, time-challenged shoppers so they can grab it and quickly toss it on a salad or something without actually having to cook an entire chicken and chop it into bite-sized pieces in their 10 minutes of prep time before dinner. (Yes, that was a very long sentence, but when I feel stressed out, I think in run-ons...)
Short Cuts/Shortcuts are very useful on occasion (I bought some this week), but I know they can't solve my underlying problem, which is that I just don't have enough hours in the day to do everything I imagine I should do. Sometimes that's a matter of priority--I want something "done," but I don't want to be "doing" it. Actually, that's the problem for me most of the time. I want my Fairy Godmother (where's that elusive chick hiding?!) to magically wash the dishes, organize my office and write Chapter 21 with the necessary-but-emotionally-taxing-scene-I've-been-avoiding...
It's just that I'm finding there seem to be no real shortcuts. To anything. Anywhere. That for me, at least, any accomplishment I value requires dealing with ALL of the steps in the process--in order, without skipping a single one, no matter how annoying or painful it is and no matter how long it takes.
I want there to be a health and fitness pill, and there isn't one (shocker). I want there to be a magical hair-care product that will once and for all get rid of frizziness and split ends (yeah, I know, good luck with that). I want a detailed checklist of everything I need to do (foreseen and as-yet unseen) before October...and, also, I want someone else to help me deal with all of the items on that list. But, unfortunately, that's not the way life--at least not in my experience--works. The most critical and necessary elements of any truly important thing in my life (not my hair so much, but my health and my writing career, for instance :-) require a sequence of steps that can't be skimmed over or done by anyone else. Others might be able to assist with a handful of details, but the BIG stuff--well, that has to be done by me alone.
But I guess the good news is that this forces me to prioritize, even when I don't want to. There may an activity I profess to value, but if I'm not following it up with action--if I'm not choosing it--then I have to admit to myself I don't value it as much as I thought. At that point, I then have to then decide: Am I willing to work at this without the excuses and the whining? Or am I willing to just let this go?
Ever feel like that about anything?