Can you come in this afternoon

Oh, hi friends!
I’ve been thinking about being adaptable.
With the days dwindling before I head to CA for the holidays, I finally tackled one item on the “not urgent but getting there” to-do list: make a dentist appointment. Of course, first I had to find the phone number. Figure out the times I could go in (which were few), find a quiet space, and call.
These are not hard things to do!! And yet, they took me months?! (Maybe this happens to you, too?)
So when I call, there’s very little availability for the next two weeks. And then the nice woman on the phone says, “Well, could you come in at 2:30 today?” It’s noon. I’m at work. And yet, I’ve edited two stories in the morning, I could finish everything if I hurry and so, yeah? Why not?
No other day is going to be better or more ideal. I won’t have more time or less to do.
So when something comes up, will you delay the inevitable?
Or can you adapt and get it done today?
“I came up with a decision-making metric. I ask myself three questions: Is it fun, is it easy, and is it worth it?
If the request is none of the above, then it’s an easy no. Three out of three is a no-brainer, but it’s an extremely rare situation. If it’s two out of three, I usually say yes but not always. You’d be surprised how easy it is to rule things out once you ask yourself those questions.”
FUN? EASY? WORTH IT? Love this article on self-care from To All the Boys author Jenny Han. (h/t Selina Zhong)
I was about to dig around for quality links or songs or tidbits to include here, but honestly, I have 87 things to do today! And that’s OK! I’ll get maybe a third of them done. But again, I always have to remind myself that I don’t need to consume things simply because they’re there, or because it’s what I do on other days, or because I don’t want to “fall behind." There’s a time to consume and a time to create. (OK, there's a link to one of my old stories.) You get to choose!!!
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Thanks, as always, for reading.
Love, Kara