Ruthless

I don't know when it happened, but at some point over the past many months I became someone with too much to do.

Gabby and Alex. Work. MUST. Family. The little niggly bits of life, like replacing a lost mobile phone, registering a car, cleaning the house, painting an office. Individually these things were challenging, but they were manageable -- even when one or the other flared up.

It used to be that a little bit of extra industry on my part would take care of it. A couple hours after work, a late night... all at the expense of a little free time or decompression, and sometimes even the family. But that's just not sufficient any more.

The truth is that things didn't just spontaneously go tits up. They've been on an inexorable slide though. And now I've got to do something about it.

Of course the answer is as plain as the nose on my face. I need to be ruthless with my time. I need to delegate. And I really need to start saying no.

So let me apologize in advance if there's something you need from me. I'll try to get to it, but please understand if I don't.