Deadlines are, to many, motivators. Each may be a way of measuring winning and success. Frequently, they come with an embedded threat of what will happen if one does not deliver the outcomes expected by the day and time. Deadlines can be consequential or completely arbitrary. Even the discussion of a deadline can bring a wave of pressure.
As I wake to the reality of my deadlines for this day, I am reminded of the hidden truths with deadlines.
Each has an author. We may author deadlines for others as well as our self. More frequently, others are the author. Each author knows the reason and rationale. Often the recognition is determined by the author, possibly a reward but equally likely to be a penalty. Some authors try to apply their deadlines to us. It is important to distinguish one author from another, the intent and purpose of one deadline from the other.
Freedom is never trumped by a deadline. In responding to deadlines, I find it easy to forget that I always have the freedom of choice. I can choose to accept a deadline, or not. I can work towards meeting a deadline. Alternatively, I can take an alternative path. Although deadlines may cause stress and tension, the impact of a deadline is dependent on my acceptance that the deadline applies to me.
Deadlines can come with consequences and outcome. Applications may have windows and deadlines; not making the deadline means one has not applied. Offers may have an expiration date; missing the date is, within itself, a choice which automatically includes a consequence. Assuming deadlines do not apply is a risk within itself. The door closes on us and just like a farmer ignoring the seasons, the opportunity passes “before the neighbors have a chance to call out, ‘Congratulations on your wonderful crop! We bless you in God’s name!’” (Psalm 129.8).
In the reflection of many deadlines at hand, I realize the only ones with my name relate to a call purposeful living. Each is an invitation to bring my best efforts to life.