Usually, this is my annual tizzy-time. Everything seems to need doing yesterday! Facing a wall of weeds, a broken implement needed for harvesting hay, a fretful animal--the quality of the day in the past was often judged by whether or not we completed the self-assigned tasks or “failed” to complete them….
Putting those weeds in the compost bin; tucking that hay into the barn with a hand-swish of relish makes for a day’s success.
What about not getting it done, though? Does that subtract from the “success” of a day?
When I become too intensely “success oriented” I need to remind myself to stop, breathe deeply, and take a look around…drink in the intoxicating fragrances of the dew-spangled flowers, and measure what I am doing by the beauty I see all around me. I am gradually understanding that to finish something is simply the need to begin all over again.
Those persistent “devils-in-the-garden, pop back out, multiply and divide and re-establish themselves with vigor and vitality. To rest on any perceived laurels of having triumphed over them is pure folly! Eventually, the mower is repaired and the rained-on hay dries out and is eventually baled; the fretful cow calms down. Life evens out.
So, for me, I’m gradually learning that the “success” of every day is simply the beauty of living out here JOTOLR, and that--by itself--transcends any need to complete. The joy is in the journey.