Like the average person on the street, I have a to-do list which asexually reproduces and multiplies. It’s the only explanation. I wish my bank account worked on the same principle. For every debit, I get two credits. Dreams, right?
I was starting to feel a bit crazy the other week. It felt like for every list I got on top of, another burgeoned sideways. And in my new spirit of ‘something’s-gotta-give-and-it’s-not-going-to-be-me’, I just stopped and took a breath. Channeled this prompt from Flow magazine. And moved on.
And guess what? The world didn’t end. Things still got done. And my sanity is still (mostly) intact.
Miracles DO happen!