How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. What we do with this hour, and that one, is what we are doing. A schedule defends from chaos and whim. It is a net for catching days. It is a scaffolding on which a worker can stand and labor with both hands at sections of time. A schedule is a mock-up of reason and order—willed, faked, and so brought into being; it is a peace and a haven set into the wreck of time; it is a lifeboat on which you find yourself, decades later, still living. Each day is the same, so you remember the series afterward as a blurred and powerful pattern.
You know I don’t want to tell you or anyone what you *should* do, so I won’t tell you that you should read Maria Popova‘s Brain Pickings religiously. But I will tell you this: if you love words, literature, reflection… your life will be all the fuller for an occasional visit to BrainPickings.
Photo: Some of the mud-splattered beautiful people who helped save my community. Who abandoned schedules for days, weeks, to do what needed to be done… (What are you talking about? unLessons from the Flood: We are amazing.)