It was a random Wednesday night. My husband had of course fallen asleep in about 3 minutes and I was lying there, listening to his breathing, wishing I too could fall asleep that easily. As I lay there wishing, a sense of melancholy came over me. And, as is my nature, I follow that emotion and try to figure out where the root originated. And so, my mind began to think back through the day. As it did, I started to take note of everything I didn’t get done. I didn’t get the kitchen cleaned up and decluttered like I had wanted to. I did zero work on that book I dream of publishing some day. I made no sales in my online business. I didn’t get any exercise in. At my offie job I did many things, but nothing that felt like it really made a difference in anyone’s world. Basically, I felt like I didn’t move the ball forward on anything.
I eventually fell asleep, somewhere in the middle of my rumination on my failures. And, with the unfinished business in my mind, it greeted me the next morning. But this time, having a night of rest, I had the questions ready:
“Why? Why did I classify those things as failures? Why did my lack of grand accomplishments make me think that I got nothing done? And even if I had a whole day where I got nothing done - why in the world does that matter? At what point in time did I start believing that I am the sum of my accomplishments, my production, instead of who I am, and Whose I am?”
Because, in fact, I did get some things done: I fed my children, made sure they were all hugged and kissed and assured of love before they headed out the door for school. I worked at my office job, doing exactly what I was hired to do. I had a sweet text conversation with a friend I haven’t seen face to face in awhile. I made dinner that fuels my family and had simple conversations as we sat around the dinner table. I prayed with our kids as we tucked them into bed and once again, assured them of my love. I sat on the couch with my husband as he fell asleep on my shoulder, exhausted from his day. So, no, I didn’t do anything that that made a difference in the grand scheme of things. But I did do things that mattered.
And I’m guessing you did, too.
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