There’s a chapter of Richard Carlson’s best-selling book Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff entitled “Remind Yourself that When You Die, Your ‘In Basket’ Won’t Be Empty.”
(Catchy, huh?!)
It’s something I fail to remind myself of, on a daily basis.
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Take, for instance, today’s To Do list. In the run up to going away for a couple of weeks (and myriad end-of-term parental shenanigans) the amount of things I want to accomplish, when compared with the amount of time and energy I have, are seriously mismatched.
(Reality is rubbing up against the Giles Ego Construct 📦 and let me tell you, there is friction, people!)
What got written on a bit of paper this morning was easily more than could reasonably be accomplished (or so it seemed) and I set about my day with a sort of grim determination, almost resolved to not enjoying myself at all, and to be stressed until I’d crossed as much off as possible.