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Twenty four hours. It seems like such a long time. But I always run out.
How many times do these words go through my mind: “I don’t have the time”? But why don’t I have the time? Surely I have the same amount of available time as everyone else and they all appear to have their lives in order. So am I alone in this struggle to keep to my allotted 24 hours?
I’m convinced that I must be managing my time badly, not making the most of every hour; wasting some time here and there. Can I redeem enough of those lost minutes to give me the hours I think I need? Would they be enough though? Even an extra hour would help me get *everything* done that I want to get done.
The root of my problem you see is that I try to do too much. More than I can fit sensibly into one day. You see I hate letting people down so I don’t often say, “no”. The irony of course is that I do end up letting people down because I simply don’t have time to do all the things I’ve said, “yes” to.
I know what I have to do. I have to say, “no” more often. That’s going to be hard. Very hard.
So if I say “no” to something you ask me to do, please don’t be offended. Don’t think that I don’t care or that I don’t want to help. It’s just that if I say, “yes”, I know I’ll probably end up letting you down and that’s the last thing I want to do.
Anyway, I’d better leave it there… as you’ve probably guessed, I’ve run out of time.