Sometimes when I wake up I look at the day ahead and I sigh. Mentally I scroll through my daunting to-do list of tasks that all seem so important. It’s imperative that I complete them all today. The list overwhelms me and I sigh again. Resting back into my bed I close my eyes again and pretend to sleep, painfully aware of the time ticking by next to me on my clock. Each second makes my list more difficult. I dart up out of bed in my panic. I try to figure out a schedule of how to fit everything in and it is perfect. It is going to be a successful day. I go about my day, task after task, making progress but as the tasks tick by and by so do the minutes. Suddenly my schedule is looking less precise. What if I push something back another 30 minutes? Then I have to push those all back another 30 minutes too. The overwhelming feeling is back. I breathe in. I breathe out. I make another start.
I’m trying my best to be perfect and achieve the everything in a time scale that won’t cooperate. Why do the 24 hours feel so daunting in the morning when you’re desperately clinging to them by noon.
Why does 24 hours not feel enough?