When everything works right with work, clarity of purpose meets will to follow guidance on how to fulfill said purpose. It’s easier to sort out which tasks which are mine to do and those that are not. It’s routine almost to bless my challenges and those of others, then just do my paid work while doing the work of simply living. Thus, tasks mundane and profound get done simply and well, with a spirit of kindness and compassion.
And then there are days like today. Days like this Monday morning after Thanksgiving that came way too early. Days when it’s so unclear about what to do first and how to stop wasting time and energy in stewing and fretting. Days that call not for dramatic breakthrough wisdom but for the smaller, moment-to-moment acts of protecting what I know to be true from such threats as perfectionism or wanting to avoid doing something that just must be done.
Days when the only prayer I can say is “God Guide me,” when I haven’t the foggiest notion of who or what God is.