Sometimes it feels as though no matter how much work gets done, I’m just running on the treadmill of life.
Whether I spend eight hours a day on weekends and ten hour weekdays, or four hour weekdays and weekends off, I never seem to make a dent in what needs to be done. I get plenty accomplished, it’s just that as one thing comes off the to-do list, one, four or ten more things go on.
I think it’s this phenomenon that makes it so difficult for people to take a vacation. How on earth can a person feel good detaching completely when seven days a week can’t slow things down?
There’s only a very small percentage of the population that isn’t caught in this race to survive. My guess is that it’s somewhere around 1%.
Even though I love what I do, I wonder if there isn’t a better way?
Weekends go too quickly. Too much is left unfinished. The to-do list seems insurmountable.