On the one hand, it’s the annual regular slowdown as the usual instigators have left town to visit their families, so of course things have calmed down at work. On the other hand, management is changing hands and databases are being frozen in preparation for transfer as the cataloging of community assets is digging out all sorts of improper burials.
With all this chaos being stirred in an obnoxiously festive cup, it would be a fair assumption that I would not be able to tell if the time management seal was having an effect or not this early into deployment.
Except I can.
It isn’t changing who comes in the door or what they do after. It isn’t change what reports are required and what redundancies can be eliminated. It is bringing into sharp focus what I can control and what I can’t.
It is bringing into awareness those moments when I choose to work on This instead of That, or when I allow myself to continue an unnecessary conversation longer than social etiquette requires, or when I’m passively accepting the flow I’m caught in rather than actively diverting the momentum into something more productive instead.
In short, the seal is calling my ass out.
“You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make it drink.” You can expose all the opportunities I allowed to slip away but you can’t make me start seizing them going forward. I will admit to having the vain hope that the seal would make my workload light or prevent unnecessary complications from spilling over my desk.
Instead, the seal is holding me accountable for my actions and placing the means of fixing my deficiencies in my hands. It’s not taking away my work, it’s opening my eyes to the Work.
And regardless if I ever have a clean desk again, I’m glad I made it and put it in play.
Non Sequitur: Andrew Watt, to whom I had linked to in the Day 8 post, has posted his response to the seal’s prompt. Please click through to his educational work while I ponder the difference between a seal and a sigil.