and the winner is....

So here I sit -- the unrestrained pace of life ramming me full force. It seems like I have more things than I could possibly complete in a year on my plate (all needing to be done by lunch time or so I think) and an even longer list of things I would like to get to this millenium.

I don't get overwhelmed easily, but if I did this would definitely be one of those times. Where should I start - return e-mails, a growing list of today phone calls, sorting papers, compiling reports. They all seem important -- NO they all are important, but the pull to complete each task comes with an inversely proportional number of reasons not to start them at this moment.

It makes me wonder how many of today's urgencies I will actually remember a week from now. I don't like to procrastinate, but I am thinking for the moment I may just choose to do nothing and relax for the next half hour. I question myself, "Is that procrastination or survival?"

I feel like life is a race right now - and if I don't regroup and pace myself my sprints are going to be well short of the finish line. and the winner is....