The Management of a Scarce
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David Kettlewell
"IF I ONLY HAD TEN
HOURS MORE EACH WEEK..."
exclaimed a friend, in an anguish of guilt and
self-recrimination at not having written for several months. "I just
didn't have the time" is another version you hear pretty often, as if
time were something one sometimes had, and sometimes didn't have,
like money to spend: or as if Time were a being with a will of his
own, some-whiles stretching himself out and allowing lots of things
to be done, other-whiles, all according to his fancy, drawing himself
in and - cackling maliciously to himself like Rumpelstiltskin -
calling a halt before the wretched humans have accomplished all the
tasks they have been set..
Lots of people seem to derive a degree of comfort from blaming
their troubles on a force outside of themselves, some greater power
over which they have no control - Providence, Bureaucracy, Dyslexia
or Time: and if that comfort is enough to satisfy your own needs,
then you need read no further here.
