I can handle a full schedule.

My Italian true love routinely tells me that she has too much to do. And I tell her, that’s a figment of her imagination. Or a lack of organization. A failure to set priorities. One has to learn to pick and choose. To never try to do everything.  Better to assume that one has all the time in the world. Forever. Even if one doesn’t. Another thing. I refuse to look at life as full of tasks. Instead, my daily pursuits are pleasures.  Each one to be savored. Most days, a single pleasure is all I need. But hey, if I choose two or three pleasures, that’s all right. I can handle it all.  A full schedule of pleasures. Without feeling overwhelmed. –Jim Broede