Earlier today, faced with a looming deadline, I realised that I was cutting it too fine for comfort. “I just don’t have enough time for everything!” I wailed in exasperation, as I typed a message to a stranger on Instagram asking her where she got her armchair re-upholstered and what the courier costs were. (I regret to inform you, that I don’t even own an armchair).
This, in a nutshell, seems to symbolise our problem with time and managing it cleverly. When we don’t get around to making our most cherished goals happen, we blame our overbooked schedules, but is a lack of time really the reason?