I’ve been living by the seat my pants in terms of how I do The Work the last few weeks. At first when I returned to my job, it felt like I could handle everything, (my job and all the whims I have regarding The Work), and indefinitely. But no one can really function that way. It makes a body moody and resentful.
Over the past few weeks I’ve been beginning to reconfigure the whole operation. There are some questions it seems I have to come to terms with, (and figure out realistic answers to).
What do I want to do? —I always want to do everything.
What can I actually do? —I can’t actually do everything, though I often want to believe that I can.
How long will it take to do it? —Probably longer than I suspect, but in general any task I set if front of myself is finite and can be completed in some amount of time.
No really, how much time does it take? —This usually requires doing it a few times to get a rough estimate so I can schedule it out.
What is enough? —It’s my work, I get to decide. And there has to be an enough. If there isn’t I’ll never stop, or more likely burn out.