After taking a year sabbatical to job hunt, travel and write, I am back in the work-world full force, (at a job I love, I might add) working 65-70 hours a week.
I could not be happier with where my life is leading me, and I am beyond grateful.
The problem is, I am so busy that I wake up at 5am worrying about how I’m gonna get it all done. I am overwhelmed and barely have time to pee, let alone to write. Which kills me. Especially at a time when I have so much to share and say.
Instead of waiting even longer to have the time to write a “proper” post, I’m realizing that whatever time I have is what I have. Right now, it’s 5 minutes. Next week it could be an hour. But waiting for the “perfect” time to do anything usually leads you to more waiting. Nothing is perfect. And this is where I am at the moment.
Making the effort to say or do something, even if it’s quick, is something. A five-minute phone call to a friend you haven’t talked to in ages isn’t ideal. It isn’t how I like to be, but I have to believe it’s better than no phone call.
Today I am reminded of don Miguel Ruiz’ Fourth Agreement which says, “Always do your best. Your best is going to change from moment to moment; it will be different when you are healthy as opposed to sick. Under any circumstance, simply do your best, and you will avoid self-judgment, self-abuse, and regret.”
And at the moment, my best has about a 15-minute time limit.