Deadline: (n) the time by which something must be finished or submitted
Don’t use a deadline.
It will just leave you standing in line, waiting to be dead.
It is the worst idea that anyone ever came up with as far as human beings are concerned.
We are a species that will fret over nothing—so it is a good idea not to give us anything.
I will not take a deadline.
If someone insists on it, I make sure that they push it far enough into the future that I can easily and comfortably finish the project a week in advance.
There is no power in waking up fervently needing to get something done.
There is no rest in going to bed wondering if you should be allowed the luxury of sleep—since the deadline is looming.
Deadlines were created by people who now have enough money that they do not have to observe a deadline.
They like to be served by jumping monkeys and nervous cockroaches, who scuttle their way into completion, never totally joyful over the victory.
Even though all of us have the deadline of dying, God does not tell us when it is.
Can you imagine?
If the deadline was far enough away, we wouldn’t give it a thought.
If the deadline for our demise was coming up, we would try to be faithful—through an ocean of tears.
God, nature and our health snatch us when we least expect it and sometimes chaos does it earlier.
If it were any other way, we’d be bumblers—from our birth to last breath.
Don’t allow yourself to be at the mercy of a deadline.
And if someone demands it, make sure you give yourself enough room that you can get it done early—and spend the rest of the time taking deep breaths and carving apple slices.