I did it again this morning.
I didn't mean to. It's just a silly game I play each morning with my coffee. I love it when I pour that last bit out of the coffee pot into my cup and it fills my cup perfectly.
But this morning, as I poured so slowly thinking, Is it gonna spill? Is it gonna spill?
It rose up over the rim of my cup and poured down onto the sides leaving a puddle for me to wipe up.
What a silly game! Didn't I automatically know when enough was enough? Did I have to keep pouring? Hope beyond hope I assumed it would all be okay and it would fill my cup to the brim and nothing more.
I even poured it extra slow.. as if that would help.
My life has been like like this, too. A delicate balancing act. Sometimes my workload is just enough. Other times it spills out over it's edges.
Today I am tired. I have recently committed to an overload of work that I am honestly worried I may not be able to get it all done in time. Or, not without compromise. I need to prepare myself that there will be endless evenings of long hours working alone while the rest of the world sleeps. And sometimes that won't even be enough.
What if it's not going to be as overwhelming as I think it is? What if this is going to be one of those experiences that I will say in a few months, "I am so glad I worked on those projects, because if I had said no, then I wouldn't be in the place where I am today."
You never know what you are going to find when you say yes to new avenues of creativity.