“You’re too busy.”
Sounds harmless, right? It could even be construed as positive reinforcement that I’m doing good work. Except, this was said by someone I thought was going to want me to mentor him.
“I’d love for you to be my mentor, but you’re too busy.” When I heard that, my heart sank. I thought, what am I too busy doing? What’s more important than pouring faith, knowledge, life, and love into someone else?
I’ve been called nearly every name in the book, and in most cases it was deserved. But this…this was worse than any name I’ve ever been called. Because it’s true, and it’s my own doing.
A friend of mine once said that life is about creating margins. Margin for the things that are important, margin for the things that are necessary, and the things that are required, and margin for the things that fill our cups.
It looks like my margins need to be redrawn.