I have heard there are 24 hours in the day

Posted by Cindy Bolley
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As I sit on my back porch at 4 am with just a glow from my lantern on this cool
clear crisp October morning in Michigan sipping my coffee, I am thinking about
all of the things I have to do today. For a moment I think they all sound familiar.
It sounds just like the list that I had last week at this time.
It can't be that I didn't accomplish anything this past week, could it? I try to think of
something that I crossed off my list.
 
Maybe my list is to long to start off.
Perhaps I have unrealistic intentions.
I have so many new gadgets on my computer that I am trying to figure out how they work.
I am trying to brand an eBook and I can't for the life of me figure out what I am doing wrong.
 
While chatting this week with my friend Karen Weir,we have come to the conclusion that
there are not enough hours in the day. We have heard that there are 24 but somehow I doubt
that number. Moments later she Skyped me something that had just come to her.
Perfect Timing.


TWO GLASSES OF WINE.....
 
When things in your life seem almost too much to handle,
when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the
mayonnaise jar and the 2 glasses of wine...
 
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some
items in front of him.  When the class began, wordlessly,
he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and
proceeded to fill it with golf balls.
 
He then asked the students if the jar was full. . .
They agreed that it was.
 
The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured
them into the jar.  He shook the jar lightly.  The pebbles
rolled into the open areas between the golf balls.  He then
asked the students again if the jar was full.  They agreed it
was.
 
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it
into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else
He asked once more if the jar was full.  The students
responded with an unanimous "yes."
 
The professor then produced two glasses of wine from under
the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively
filling the empty space between the sand.  The students
laughed.
 
"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided,  "I want
you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls
are the important things; your family, your children, your health,
your friends, and your favorite passions;  things that if everything
else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full."
 
The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your
house, and your car.  The sand is everything else; the small stuff.
 
"If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "There is no
room for the pebbles or the golf balls.  The same goes for life.
If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will
never have room for the
things that are important to you."
 
"Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.
Play with your children.  Take time to get medical checkups.
Take your partner out to dinner.  Play another 18.  Do one more
run down the ski slope.
There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal.
Take care of the golf balls first; the things that really matter.
Then the pebbles.  Set your priorities.  The rest is just sand."
 
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the wine
represented.
 
The professor smiled.  "I'm glad you asked.  It just goes to show
you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always
room for a couple of glasses of wine with a friend."



I read with intent and thought for a few minutes of what I had on my list last
week that I was able to cross off. Then I remembered, I gave my big beautiful
long haired dog Vlad, his last hair cut for the year.
 
I guess I did do what is important in my life after all.