Yesterday morning, I got all messed up. As I walked with Cocoa and Jonathan, I started running my “to do” list over and over in my head. Before long, I was in full-bore panic, growing more and more grumpy by the minute, and no fun to be around. Even Cocoa kept his distance.
Strange, then, that twelve hours or so later I felt really good about all that I had accomplished. I even felt a measure of serenity.
Not enough time. I say it all the time, “There are not enough hours in the day.” Of course, at the end of the day, when I drop, I am grateful there are not any more.
The truth is that I always have enough . . . time . . . and love, peace, and joy . . . the gifts of God.
“To know you have enough is to be rich,” wrote Lao-Tzu in the Tao te Ching. I am actually rich in time. Gunilla Norris writes, “Let me be wholly present to living the gift of time.”
The issue, then, is not whether I have enough, but how I use “the enough” I have.