“Nothing is a waste of time if you use the experience wisely.” – Rodin
Last year while in Paris I spent an warm, sunny afternoon at the Musée Rodin. While most artists find fame long after their last gasp, Rodin had a great gig. They set him up in a mansion and paid for everything. His only requirement was to create, and that when he died, his creations would belong to France.
The Musée Rodin is actually housed in Rodin’s former mansion. As you stroll the park-like grounds you’ll see locals eating their lunches amidst some of the most recognizable sculptures in the world — like Le Penseur — The Thinker.
Which brings me back to this quote. “Nothing is a waste of time if you use the experience wisely.” I had a number of people ask me what’s up with this blog. There is no dramatic reason for the dearth of new posts. I’ve simply been taking some time to think. Was that time wasted? That all depends on how I use the experience.
Being one of “those” that have asked what the delay was, it’s good to see you’re back on the map. Glad you took some time to be off the grid for a bit.
I’ll now know that when there are similar breaks, you’re just sitting there, in the classic Rodin thinker posture. “I’m Jeff, therefore I am” 🙂
Looking forward to see how you use this new experience. Welcome back!
Being one of “those” that have asked what the delay was, it’s good to see you’re back on the map. Glad you took some time to be off the grid for a bit.
I’ll now know that when there are similar breaks, you’re just sitting there, in the classic Rodin thinker posture. “I’m Jeff, therefore I am” 🙂
Looking forward to see how you use this new experience. Welcome back!
Since we’re on the subject of time, I thought I’d share this 20th Century version of the 23 Psalm:
The clock is my dictator, I shall not rest. It makes me lie down only when exhausted. It leads me to deep depression. It hounds my soul. It leads me in circles of frenzy for activity’s sake. Even though I run frantically from task to task, I will never get it all done, for my “Ideal” is with me. Deadlines and my need for approval, they drive me. They demand performance from me, beyond the limits of my schedule. They anoint my head with migraines. My in-basket overflows. Surely fatigue and time pressure shall follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the bonds of frustration forever.
Since we’re on the subject of time, I thought I’d share this 20th Century version of the 23 Psalm:
The clock is my dictator, I shall not rest. It makes me lie down only when exhausted. It leads me to deep depression. It hounds my soul. It leads me in circles of frenzy for activity’s sake. Even though I run frantically from task to task, I will never get it all done, for my “Ideal” is with me. Deadlines and my need for approval, they drive me. They demand performance from me, beyond the limits of my schedule. They anoint my head with migraines. My in-basket overflows. Surely fatigue and time pressure shall follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the bonds of frustration forever.