Just because time is slipping away doesn't mean I can't still accomplish a lot.
I mean, look at all those who didn't even start on their life's work until later years. Moses didn't even come out of the desert until he was 80. My hero, Laura Ingalls Wilder, didn't write Little House on the Prairie until her mid 60's. Grandma Moses began painting at age 78.
So there is still time.
What's keeping me from meeting my goals, you ask? Is it too many distractions? Lack of focus? Fear? Unbelief? Lack of self-confidence?
Yes to all those ... and yet I think the biggest thing holding me back is over-committing. Because I think I should be able to do everything.
I'm at a standstill not only because of all the things I must do, but all the things I think I should do.
And so the minutes and hours are sucked up by the timer and the ever-growing to-do list. Maybe the truth is ... I let Father Time be the boss of me.
This post was written in response to Writer's Workshop prompt #2. Write a post where the first and last sentence contain any form of the word “boss.” Because sometimes the pressure of the clock feels like bossiness.
What bosses you around?
If you'd like to link up a post of your own, visit Kat Bouska's blog, Mama's Losin' It!