The clock is my dictator. I shall not rest.
It makes me lie down on when exhausted.
It leads me to deep depression.
It hounds my soul.
It leads me in circles of frenzy for activities' sake.
Even though I run franctically from task to task,
I will never get it all done,
for my "ideal" is with me.
Deadlines and my need of aproval they drive me.
They demand perfomance from me,
beyond the limits of my schedule.
They anoint my head with migraines.
My in-basket overflows.
Surely fatigue and time pressure shall follow me all the days of my life.
And I will dwell in the flows of frustration forever.
-Marcia K. Hornok
This made me laugh so much but sadly this has been me so many times before. After reading this, get your Bible and offer PSALM 23 to the Lord as a prayer of praise!