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Tuesday Time to Tackle: Eating an Elephant



How do you eat an elephant?  One bite at a time.

Of course, I'm not advocating the consumption of those wonderful pachyderms.  I'm talking about those huge, overwhelming tasks that are so easy to procrastinate.  Remember my huge paper pile from last week?  I finally finished dealing with it! 
 
 
 
 I worked on filing papers little by little over a week's time.  Now, my office area is not cute, but it is clean and functional.  Perhaps sometime I'll make it beautiful, but the point is, one step at a time.  One bite at a time. 
 
I have quite a few projects in various stages of completion right now.  I love the feeling I get when a project is done, but every so often I have to remind myself that progress is good, too.
 
What are the elephants you are eating now?  Remember:  one bite at a time!


Thanks for large tasks that teach patience and perseverance--traits I'm still learning!


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  1. Oooh, it looks great! I would love an area to work at like that instead of the kitchen table. LOL My biggest elephant is working on developing an adult education class....I have been procrastinating on that one for a while! One small bite at a time. :0)

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  2. Definitely a good reminder not to feel overwhelmed by a large project.

    Your work area looks great.

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  3. ... and it looks great! Clean and organized, that's the way a desk should look. Eating an elephant though.... no thanks. ;-)

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