My phone buzzed, and I rushed to check the notification.
I was hoping for a sign from my client, who was going through surgery that day, and I was anxious to see how she was feeling. The notification did point to a message from her. What I read was the last thing I would have expected.
“I’m crazy busy to the point I wish the day had more hours, but I couldn’t let you wait for your payment. I’ll talk to you soon….”
This message came from a woman admitted for a pre-surgery examination, as far as I knew.
She logged in to let me know that she approved our previous milestone and created a new one to get my money in time and have something to work on while she was in surgery and then in recovery mode.
At first, I was impressed with her commitment. I also felt fortunate for the chance to work with a client who very much cares about me getting my money on time.
At second, I started to think about what it means to be crazy busy to the point you wish the day had more hours.
The eternal question of “Am I doing enough?”
I’m a mom. I’m busy all the time. If anything, I wish the night had more hours.
Yet this woman is running her business even from a hospital bed. Clearly, she’s rocking it.
Even clearer, I’m a mess. I’m not doing enough.
Still, I decided to kill this thought.
It’s not that I’m not doing enough. I’m trying to do too much. I’m looking in too many directions at the same time.
Trying to wear all too many hats, I end up feeling like nothing really fits me.
So, I decided to pick my hat. And wear it daily—just a 20-mile march.
Do you know the 20-mile march story?
The 20-mile march to the South Pole
This is the story of two explorers set on a race to be the first to reach the South Pole.
It happened back in 1911, when Roald Amundsen, a Norwegian, and Robert Scott, a British, put together their expedition…