My schedule looks so neat and tidy on paper. Every hour of the day is accounted for; everything fits inside its nice little pigeonhole. Not a minute wasted. It’s compartmentalized. Orchestrated. Perfect.
I found a way to make all eighteen credit hours of classes fit in with a 23-hour-per-week work schedule, volunteer commitments, and weekends out of town. Perfect.
Tonight, on the dawn of a new semester, I took the opportunity to go over my perfect schedule one more time, to keep everything flowing seamlessly. And I realized: assuming I follow my plan without deviation, and nothing unexpected ever happens to interfere, I will have time to eat exactly one ten-minute meal each day, and to sleep just under six hours each night.
Next item on the agenda? Get better at making schedules. And at giving myself a break.
We are hard-pressed on every side, but not crushed; we are perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed. -2 Corinthians 4:8-9