This is my seven hundredth post. After . . . seven and a half years? Not particularly prolific. But long-lived! You have to give me that.
It seems appropriate that this is a numbers post. I like doing the numbers. I’m starting a year of sabbatical leave (woot!), and need to think about ways to break up the time and make it meaningful to me, so I don’t waste it. I’ve written before about the struggle I have to make time seem concrete and real. It seems like progress to have worked out that I have this problem. More than a year (since I have next summer and this summer) seems like a lot of time. Fifteen months is even more time. Breaking it down into weeks . . . there’s a long string of weeks, more than sixty.
I have found that I can schedule tasks for myself for up to three weeks at a time. That is, I can be quite specific for one week (400 words on Specific Topic), a little more general in the second week (400 words added to Essay X), and in the third week things get vaguer (at least one hour on whatever Essay X needs then). By the end of three weeks, I have to recalibrate. But I can get my mind around three weeks, in a way that doesn’t work so well with longer lumps of time.
So, that long stretch of over 60 weeks? Actually, it’s sixty-three weeks until I’m on contract for my next teaching semester. 3 x 3 x 7. Twenty-one times three weeks. Three weeks is 21 days. So, three weeks’ worth of three weekses. I can grasp this, and plan in three-week chunks (though in practice, I’ll need to review at least every second week, since when I start that vague third week, it needs to get some details). It’s a plan.