It produces an all-too-familiar feeling that burns my gut: a racing brain, the tight stomach that says I'll never get everything done. "There aren't enough hours in the day," I cry, and then I watch, helplessly, as more commitments appear on my shcedule.
I'm not suggesting that time anexiety is just one stress among many. It is THE root of stress. Not having enough time, that is, being time impoverished, is the cause of my anexiety.
Where's the solution? Within, of course.
Time management, that all too familiar Peter Drucker coined phrase, is really a misnomer. Self management is a more accurate term for the problem... and the solution.
Where will I start? In the present. Dwelling in the present is where I will be manager. Dwelling in the past is futile and being future-obsessed is an open invitation for worry to get between my head and my pillow.
Live in the present moment, where, suprisingly enough, there's always plenty of time.