I had forgotten what it was like to feel busy and rushed.
My output hasn't really changed.
But I feel busy. I feel rushed.
My shoulders are tight.
The work is pulled out of me rather than neatly presented.
It's the cost of saying yes to many things, I suppose.
I have the choice to put some things down.
Instead, I'm choosing to continue with it all.
Because I want to believe that I can find peace anywhere.
There is surely the ability to navigate a full plate unrushed.
I will not sacrifice sleep. I will continue to eat well. I will keep working out.
I'll have to if I want to keep up physically and mentally.
There will be surprises and unplanned additions to my calendar. I'll deal with them as they come. I'll understand that I'll have to trade off deadlines or quality.
I may not feel on top of it all the time. I will sit with that feeling.
In preparing for battle I have always found that plans are useless, but planning is indispensable.
There is no real control of outcomes, but I'm can control my inputs.
I have all of the time in the world.
Few things are truly important at the end of the day.
It's my hope that this season bears fruit that benefits myself, many others, and all beings.