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WEEKSEND
Friday Sept. 23, 2016
We probably all ponder what could have been accomplished if we weren’t so wound up and burdened accomplishing (or not) what we accomplished this week?
My week contained conflict and joy, accomplishment and communication, satisfaction and disappointment – work and play, reading and writing, talking and listening, cooking and eating – and sleeping extremely well, and expecting more this weekend … like a weather forecast.
But what did I really accomplish this week aside from realizing I didn’t accomplish nearly as much as I could have, should have – and whose definition of ‘should have’ matters?
Combined – what others asked, demanded or expected. Plus my own initiatives. Proverbial conflict between ‘what I’ve done’ and ‘what I know I could have done’, and reconciling whose priorities deserve triage vs. trash-can. Plus joy, appreciating unexpected and unexpected moments of inspiration and consternation.
Looking forward, moving forward, forward-thinking – lovely concepts but are we really taking steps, making progress – or simply moving our feet without moving our life very much at all?
Accomplished more than last week – set stage to accomplish more next week. Great! More work to get done. Master of my tasks I am my own task-master and I’m feeling like it is time to do something profound, but not certain what is should be. Not yet, but soon.
Looking backward isn’t movement at all – but how far, and in which direction were we looking and imagining while moving forward?
Life is endurance test – perseverance, getting ready for what happens next while owning all of what has gone before and wanting more, more, more …
How should we measure life, qualitatively or quantitatively?
Lots of each, please.
written / published from Calgary, AB
morning walk with Gusta: 7C/44F, chilly breeze under overcast sky – fog has lifted – so, not a stellar morning for nature lovin’ … but certainly confirmation that fall really did arrive yesterday; time for warmer clothes and gloves! Gusta, of course, loves it – and as she sprints a bit the wind ripples her coat like a flag waving in wind …
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