…and hopefully I am not alone.
I’m not normally a giant fan of the comic strip “The Duplex” but the one published Friday (6/8/2007) sort of hit home. It was rather like one of those moments when you read a passage in Proverbs and think, “Wow–was Solomon looking over my shoulder?” Only, it was not quite as deep or meaningful an experience. And it involved a comic strip. About a dog.
The strip can be viewed (as of 6/9/2007) here:
I can take some comfort in the fact that the dog toy of choice for me is usually (though not always) more meaningful and productive than just entertainment. But at the same time, at the end of the day (the literal end of the day, not the overused business-lingo “end of the day”) when I look back and feel that, truly, little has been accomplished, too often the diagnosis is that I spent more time on X when the real need of the day was Y.
But David Allen seems to have some words about that, and the things I have implemented even recently seem to be freeing me from the clutches of the dog toy. (I am currently reading his time/life management classic Getting Things Done.)
Meanwhile, if you related to the comic strip as well, feel free and leave a comment that will make me feel better. If you think I meant that I literally chew on a dog toy, then please don’t leave a comment.