Two dozen. No more. No less.

24.

You can’t get any more hours out of a day.

No matter how fast you run, or how much you juggle. No matter how early you rise or how late you go to bed.

24. That’s it.

So what will you do with them?

Take away 8 for sleep (yes, really) and 1 for daily functions and ablutions, and you’re left with 15 hours.

Eating is important. Let’s give that 2 hours, and maybe even more for time shared before and after a meal, with friends and family. Do you give it 2 hours?

That leaves 13.

A few years ago, there was a TV show: 24. Talk about tense.

Jack had to accomplish so much while the clock ticked the seconds away. Could he do it? Forget sleep. Forget eating. Forget going to the bathroom. (We puzzled over that one but then we reminded ourselves, it was only television.)

With minutes to spare, he’d just make it … with enough of a mess left over for another season.

Ah yes … if we push hard and sacrifice enough, we’ll make it and leave enough of a mess for another day.

Or will we?

We’re not Jack … and who would want to be?!

Speaking for myself … I’ve been pulling a Jack. I’ve been trying to do too much with too little time.

There’s the books I’m trying to write (yes, that’s plural). There’s the businesses I’m trying to build (yes, that’s plural too). And somehow, in the midst of all of that, I had the strange notion that I’d have time for family, friends, community … along with my own mind/body/soul health care.

Nothing can go well when we try to do too much, and yet I know I’m not alone. I see everyone around me doing it too.

When did it become okay to push so hard to do too much?

What are we chasing? Why?

And, more to the point, what are we missing out on while we do it?

Writer, teacher, photographer & perpetual thinker. Here to share what I find while wandering around in the messy middle of life.

Writer, teacher, photographer & perpetual thinker. Here to share what I find while wandering around in the messy middle of life.