I wonder that there’s not something about me that makes me perpetually busy, all the time. I don’t remember a time in my life when I wasn’t busy, when I was bored, when I wondered: huh, what should I do next?

Is it solely that I can’t say no to things? That I take on too much? Do I not prioritize well? Procrastinate? Work on the wrong things? Do I underestimate my time, work too slowly, set direction poorly, refuse to delegate?

Sometimes I feel like I’m falling off a cliff.  I”m falling and there’s nothing to hold onto and I panic because I know I’ll eventually hit the ground and there’s nothing I can do about it but fall.