I am overcommitted. Again. There are some lessons I can’t seem to learn.
In my defense, some commitments have grown since I took them on. One 8-hour work commitment has ballooned into 25 – 30 hours. When this happened, instead of standing up for my basic quality of life and asking for a reasonable deadline extension, I just smiled and said, “No problem.”
So anyway, this morning my brain was running nonstop on the “Oh-no-I’ll-never-get-it-all-done-in-time” treadmill of shame and despair.
Just as I felt my head might explode, I stopped, closed my eyes and breathed. Sounds goofy, but it was a great call. Yes, I lost 15 precious minutes during which I could have crossed something off my list. But I calmed down, and I had an epiphany. Ready for it?
I am right. There is no way I am going to get all of this stuff done today, or even tomorrow. No matter what I do, it’s not going to happen. I know this because my basic grasp of math tells me that completing roughly 40 hours of work in one day is not possible no matter how efficient you are or how little sleep you allow yourself.
So there is no point in trying. I am behind and will be until I can catch up. Period.
The only thing I can do is manage some expectations about when I will deliver on my commitments. And I’m sure the reactions won’t be as bad as I fear. I am very good at fear (as we know) and not so good at imagining people being reasonable.
Stopping to breathe might not be brave, but it is much more sane than what I had been doing. And taking the time to write this blog instead of working? Fearless.