Two weeks ago I had a hellish week. It seemed like I had hundreds of things to sort out, hundreds of issues to deal with, hundreds of things that simply needed to get done. It was rather stressful, but I thought to myself, “If I could only get through the stuff on my (metaphorical) plate, all my problems will be dealt with”.
Little did I realise I actually have 83 problems, and I have no way of getting rid of them.
Last week, I had a much less stressful week. Still lots to do, sure, but a distinct lack of horrendous deadlines; a pleasantly short to-do list (urgent stuff anyway); a nice easy week theoretically on the horizon.
And guess what? It was rather stressful!
A lack of immediately urgent tasks soon gave way to a raft of other underlying items for attention, so that soon I began thinking, “If I could only get through this stuff (that appears to have been brought in en masse on a coach trip from some sadistic part of my evil mind), then all my problems will be dealt with”.
Ahem. I’m sure it’s a familiar story to most – after all, the devil will find work for idle hands, etc…
So it was nicely coincidental that I stumbled on this nice little parable/proverb/story that about somes up this part of the human condition. I don’t have hundreds of problems, no. Just 83.
I especially like the bit about people who have an 84th problem too…
Anyway, looks like I’ve got quite a nice, easy week next week…
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