Tuesday morning I awoke with a to-do list a mile long. Lots of it consisted of emails (sometimes I think my entire work life besides writing consists of emails) because honestly, one day away from the computer to fly home and the emails multiply like rabbits. But there were other things to do, also, like read a manuscript for a client, make a couple phone calls, etc., etc.
And so what did I find myself doing yesterday morning?
I emptied the dishwasher and cleaned the kitty litter. Decided that right that very moment was the time I absolutely positively had to plant all the spider plant starts that sat in glass jars on my kitchen window. So I potted them, along with a stray aloe I carted home last time I was in LA, which created quite the mess, which meant I had to scrub the kitchen sink.
Meanwhile, my to-do list went undone.
But here's the deal. When you fly from one area of the country to another, parts of you get left behind. I felt like part of me was still in Nashville, and part of me was still in the air between there and here, maybe hovering over Denver, where I changed planes.
And puttering helped me to gather all those parts of me and get them back together.
After I puttered for awhile I walked upstairs to my office and got to work. I set the intention that time would flow smoothly and easily and I'd get everything done. And you know what? I did.
So sometimes the most important thing to do is putter.
How do you putter? Have you ever had a similar experience?