As I’ve grown up I’ve found myself continually surprised by how many things I have in front of me to do, and how much time I think I have to do them. There never seems to be enough time. Sometimes I feel continually behind, then other periods I find that everything gets done at just the right time.
I don’t know what the difference between the moments in life where I feel completely overwhelmed and those that breeze by effortlessly is. It’s not like the amount of work has changed. Nor is it that my general disposition has changed. If there is anything, it’s that I don’t think I can actually do what’s been given to me as work.
This brings up two things. One, discernment as to whether or not what is before you is yours. Two, is asking for help. If work has been given to you it is likely yours to be responsible for, but not necessarily yours to do. It could be delegated to someone who knows how to do it, it could be used to teach someone else how to do it, or it could simply be for you to witness. If the work is actually yours to do, but you don’t have the capacity to get it done, then it is time to ask for help. Help might be an evil word in a world that idolizes individual achievement. However, the truth is that even that which we envision as an individual pursuit is actually the product of a series of relationships in the end.
So if the work is delegated, used to teach, or shared, wouldn’t there be enough time? After all, aren’t there more people in the world than there is work to be done?