On unfinished checklists, overwhelmed hearts, intentional communication, and learning that being present matters more than being productive.
A little Sunday disclaimer: I wrote this Saturday night when my eyes were heavy, my social battery was nearly depleted, and my pillow was calling my name. But sometimes, the thoughts that come when we’re most tired are the ones we need to release. So I wrote them down.
There are days when I feel like I’ve done too much and not nearly enough, all at the same time.
Saturday was one of those days.
I started the morning with a plan. Nothing too extravagant. Get out of the house, get the laundry dried, enjoy a little mommy-me time, and stop at the grocery store.
The grocery store was necessary because I had promised my youngest son apple slices to go with his oatmeal.
And, of course, someone else overheard me telling her daddy I was going to the laundromat and promptly put in her request for donuts.
Because apparently, even my errands come with a family order form. 😂
The rest of my agenda included praise team rehearsal and, if I had enough energy, early voting.
Well, the laundry got done. The ironing got done. The groceries were purchased. The donuts were secured. Praise team rehearsal happened.
Voting? Not Saturday.
I’d reached my limit for peopling. It’ll get done next week.
I came home intending to take a nap.
Instead, I made everyone lunch.
Then I attempted to nap.
That didn’t happen either.
I kept another promise, though. I finished preparing and sending next month’s children’s ministry curriculum to my team.
I attempted a Zoom meeting that, in hindsight, probably should have been an email.
And then I made dinner.
Finally, the house settled enough for me to have a little time to myself.
And I started reflecting.
Did I accomplish a lot? Absolutely.
Was I a little cranky? Most definitely.
Did I need some Word, some quiet, and a good night’s sleep? Without question.
When Communication Becomes Another Task
Something else had been sitting with me throughout the day.
I think we’ve gotten so accustomed to communicating through screens, notifications, messages, and endless streams of information that we’ve slowly become comfortable with not responding to one another.
And before anybody thinks I’m pointing fingers, I’m including myself in this observation.
Sometimes, we’re simply overwhelmed.
There is so much coming at us that we begin filtering everything through one question:
What needs my attention right now?
I understand that because I do it myself.
But I also believe we have to become more intentional about how we communicate.
First, with ourselves.
That inner dialogue matters. The way we speak to ourselves when we haven’t completed everything on the checklist matters.
And then, with the people around us.
Because while we’re managing our own worlds, someone else may be quietly hoping that somebody will notice theirs.
I’m not suggesting that we owe everyone immediate access to our time or attention. Boundaries are necessary. Rest is necessary. Sometimes, a delayed response is simply the best we can offer.
But there is a difference between protecting our peace and becoming so consumed with our own responsibilities that we forget to acknowledge someone else’s humanity.
And that difference matters.
The Things That Never Make the Checklist
Saturday, in the middle of everything, I stopped and intentionally listened to a couple of people.
Not halfway listening while mentally preparing my next response.
Not listening while checking off another task.
Just listening.
And what I heard beneath their words was something simple:
You see me.
Thank you.
That stayed with me.
Because perhaps being present for one or two people, even on a day when I’m running on fumes, matters more than checking another box.
And perhaps I need to offer that same presence and grace to myself.
We can be so quick to extend understanding to someone else’s circumstances while holding ourselves to standards that leave very little room for being human.
We tell others to rest, yet feel guilty when we do.
We encourage others to give themselves grace, then mentally rehearse everything we didn’t finish.
We remind people that tomorrow is another day, while privately treating our unfinished checklists like personal failures.
I’m learning that intentional living also means knowing when enough is enough.
And sometimes, enough looks different from what we originally planned.
Grateful for What Matters
I didn’t finish everything on Saturday’s checklist.
But I kept promises.
I served.
I listened.
I cared for my family.
I made space for someone else to feel seen.
And now, I’m learning to make space for myself.
Sunday is another day.
The unfinished things can wait their turn.
I’m grateful for what got done, for the people I was able to connect with, and for the gentle reminder that my worth isn’t measured by how many boxes I check.
Sometimes, the most important thing we accomplish in a day isn’t something we can cross off a list.
Sometimes, it’s simply making someone feel seen.
Including ourselves.
And with that, I’m grateful.
Now, about that after-church nap I’ve been promising myself… 😂❤️
With grace, gratitude, and a little Brooklyn perspective,
Lela J. Fagan
Memoirs of a Black Girl
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What about you? Have you ever ended a day feeling like you accomplished everything and nothing at the same time? I’d love to hear how you’re learning to balance productivity, presence, and rest.
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