A couple weeks ago I wrote down a list of things I’d like to do –a list of things I want to focus my efforts on. The first thing that became clear is that I am on the verge of being way too ambitious. In roughly four minutes I had a list of a dozen priorities. There are so many things I want to do, and it seems there aren’t enough hours in the day. I stopped just long enough to compile a brief time-line, and then got back to work. At the time I was working on a labor-intensive project, so I said to myself, “All right, once I finish this project, I’ll start chipping away at this list.”
Then last week happened.
It was nothing major really; nothing that anybody would recognize, but it has been a pivotal turning point for me. In an effort to finish my current project, I cleared my schedule and put my nose to the grindstone all week. I didn’t set foot outside my apartment for six days. I didn’t shave for seven. Thursday I worked 16 hours and then slept for three. Friday to Sunday I worked for 41 hours straight –stopping only to eat, go to the bathroom, and get coffee.
Now, I love working hard. I’m glad to be busy. I love feeling exhausted at the end of the day knowing I accomplished something, but I also know this schedule is not sustainable. I’ve often said, “If you’re not willing to work harder than almost everybody else, you’re probably not fit to run your own business.”
Last week forced me to reconsider some things and reevaluate my priorities. It’s hard when work and play meld together because it’s easy to justify working yourself to death, but it’s neither healthy nor good stewardship. I think I’m finally noticing God tapping me on the shoulder saying, “Hey Stephen, how ’bout you let Me run Mud Productions. I’ll show you how it’s done.”