Fear and worry can sap a lot of my energy. I'm not talking about severe, terrifying dread of injury or death since, to be honest, I don't have many anxieties. I might even be considered brave by some. I refer to the type of restlessness and anxiety that permeates my thoughts and, in fact, my entire being and is tied to organising, accomplishing, resolving, and mending.
The fear of never accomplishing enough, apprehension that I won't be useful. So I should make the most of every minute of my day to continue planning everything out, even during my meditation time. Plannedness is obviously beneficial.
To ensure I have adequate time to complete what I need to do in life, I must plan my calendar. I do not, however, need to worry endlessly about all of my responsibilities and chores. My later-that-day meeting won't go any better if I'm constantly thinking about what to wear and say. It won't help me fulfil deadlines at work any more if I feed my raging fear that I won't be able to make them.
Anxiety is a waste of vitality. The underlying fear of having too much to do, either as a high shriek or a quiet murmur, is what integral coach Chela Davison refers to as the "pathology of productivity."