My husband just left the house with all three children so I can have uninterrupted time to work. This time feels so necessary -- there are speeches to grade, essays to review, recommendation letters to write, and they seem to be vying for my attention all at once.
The door closes, silence settles, and I take the first twenty minutes to plan. I organize stacks of grading, separating what can wait from what's urgent. I scan my inbox to do the same. I draft a list. I pour myself a full glass of ice water.
It's a triage of paperwork and correspondence and priorities -- and it helps.
When time feels limited, I don't want to squander any of it. It's a lesson I'd do well to remember: when I intentionally slow myself down and devote time to plan ahead, I'm more productive down the line.