“Are you tired? Rundown? Listless? Do you pop out at parties? Are you unpoopular? The answer to all you problems is in this little bottle.”

By far, the vitametavegamin episode of I Love Lucy is my favorite. Maybe because I come from a family of drunks. Maybe because after six or nine seasons of schemes, there’s nothing that compares to seeing the redhead get a little tipsy.

From my cozy jammies this morning (is it afternoon?oops!), feeling zapped of all energy to write a blog, edit a blog, see another blog (work-related, that is), I was thinking about that episode and wishing there was some mono-blasting beverage out there that could return me to full-speed. Then I thought, super-productive juice would be good any time. I am all for getting more done faster.

But in this quick-fix society, there are very few quick fixes. Want more time? Get up earlier or stay up later. Want work? Be hireable. Need more money? Work more or harder, or charge more.

As much as I’d like a drive-through solution to productivity, I know there isn’t one. I’ve bought the books, tried the software, seen the hypnotist. The fact is, for me, I must accept that the best I can do will never feel like enough. I’ll always have more ideas than time, more jobs than hobbies, more emails in my inbox than my outbox.

Sometimes acceptance is key. Some things can be changed only after I accept them. Like my addiction to blogs, which takes up too much time. Like my tendency to obsess over details no one else cares about. I can change those things. Others can’t be changed. Like the amount of rest my body needs so my spleen won’t rupture.

Think how much extra time we’d have if we stopped spending time seeking fixes to unfixable problems, worrying, wishing, procrastinating. I could probably retire by the time I’m 30.

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