Going through every day is - at the same time - the most important thing we do, the worst easiest thing we do, the most arduous thing we do, the most rewarding thing we do and, the most disappointing thing we do.
Is it because we control, or because we can’t control, because of us, or because of others?
Seems silly – especially for people struggling with their day, to think about going through a day – examining the why, who, what, how, where and when of it all.
But it matters. The plan, matters. The start, matter. The sequence, matters. Each time we click on incoming email or answer the phone, our entire day-plan will be altered. Sometimes this brings distress. More often, it brings relief.
I was wondering the other day, what it would be like to have a blank slate day – with nothing planned, nothing left-over, with nothing on my schedule. At one moment, being free as a child. Being a child. Being unaccountable to anyone for anything. I don’t mean a vacation day or ‘mental health day’ or day-off in the middle of the week.
We are the space – we are the place we hold. Between yesterday and tomorrow – just us, like holding our post in a doorway. Nothing shall pass from yesterday to tomorrow without going through today, going through us. Just us. Nobody else.
Is holding our place, standing our post, is that a defensive or offensive posture?
Are we blocking something or building something, holding that space open so goods, services and good people can get through, or are we blocking all traffic like a bolted door?
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