The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.--Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
If the world was too much with him when he penned this in 1806, how much more is it with me today? I keep my cell phone with me while I'm at home, so that if I'm out in the yard and someone needs to reach me, they can. I am so very important.
I was thinking about my GTD list when the first line of this poem came to mind. GTD is designed to free your mind for more creativity, but I haven't implemented it to that point yet. I keep telling myself, "Go for incremental progress." Write it down, file it. Don't let it clutter your brain. Brain clutter is the major reason that "it moves us not." Be gone, autumn is here in two more days, and I'm going to enjoy it!