Time Enough

What is it with scheduling events and time? My life seems to run from the extreme of lots of time and nothing particular to do, OR a bizillion things to do and no time for them all.

Isn't there some lovely Garden-of-Edenish place in the middle where:
hours=energy=projects?

Okay, I have a sneaking suspicion, that I refuse to examine closely, that suggests the problem lies somewhere inside my head. It isn't really all a perverse plot by the universal gremlins to spoil my existence. Darn! There goes my chance for victimhood! Despite my averted eyes it seems the obstinate, obdurate, obstructive and disobliging part of me revels in irritating the obliging, obedient, complaisant side and "I DID IT MYSELF!" How's that for coming full circle in a short paragraph?

(And yes, there is an obliging, obedient, complaisant part of me... really there is!)