The equation of effort

 
For the past six weeks, it seems as though I’ve been through an endless round of ‘doing stuff’ – what stuff? The kind that looks like work, or stuff for fun?


Neither! Very little of it has been about the day job. It’s mostly been an erratic medley of training workshops, travelling halfway around the country - twice, preparing for interviews, marking essays and reports, reading (but not for fun!) and writing essays.

And now, I’ve built up a little portfolio of work offers that are trickling in, but I’m not sure it’s enough to keep me occupied in the longer term, and too much in the shorter. There are a couple of outstanding opportunities that look like wasted time and effort, and one that was unfruitful, but good practice: I look on every experience as valuable learning.

But it’s only now, when I have a few minutes to catch my breath that I wonder:- Is there a point when it would be better to scrap your ‘best laid’ plans and press the reset button. When does it become easier to stop what you’re doing and turn a different direction. You see, I have a foreboding feeling that I would be more productive concentrating my efforts elsewhere.