[This is my second attempt to publish this post. How appropriate that my week should end with me unable to get one simple post to show up on my blog.]
It’s Friday and I’ve not accomplished one thing that I set out to do this week. Nary a one. There would have been a time when this would have made me very upset with myself. Surly, even.
But not any more.
“To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven” (Bible. King Jame Version. Ecclesiastes 3:1)
Good advice. I figure that as long as I’m accomplishing something positive each day– even if it’s not what I set out to do— I’m doing okay. I trust the process more now than I used to, and I don’t confuse my self-worth with the results.
Not that I don’t like results. Don’t get me wrong, I’m very fond of accomplishing things. It’s just that I’ve come to understand that I can control only so much of anything, everything– and the best that I can do is to make a go of what’s right in front of me.
“You adapt. You overcome. You improvise.” (Heartbreak Ridge. Clint Eastwood as Gunnery Sergeant Thomas Highway)
So that’s what I’ve done this week. Spent more time online than I would have liked. Spent more time researching future projects than I wanted to. Spent more time goofing around in the kitchen and in the garden. All the while not finishing that which I wanted to finish. That which I’d planned on finishing this week.
Don’t know what it all means. Don’t know that it matters. This is just where I find myself on a Friday afternoon. Nowhere near where I thought I’d be on Monday morning.