The clock is my dictator, I shall not rest.
It makes me lie down only when exhausted.
It leads me into deep depression, it hounds my soul.
It leads me in circles of frenzy for activities’ sake.
Even though I run frantically from task to task,
I will never get it all done, for my “ideal” is with me.
Deadlines and my need for approval, they drive me.
They demand performance from me, beyond the limits of
my schedule.
They anoint my head with migraines, my in-basket over-
flows.
Surely fatigue and time pressure shall follow me all the
day of my life,
And I will dwell in the bonds of frustration forever.
I borrowed this from Tom and Christine Sine’s latest Mustard Seed Sampler-e-newsletter. How true it is….let’s re-imagine that, huh?
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That was really great Brittian. Horribly true…but it was really well done by Tom and Christine. Thanks for passing that gem along. That I wouldn’t just read it – but rather, be changed tomorrow and forever.
Re-imagine…let’s do it.
Wow. That, sadly, describes me more often than not.