Once upon a time I had this high-minded view of myself as someone who kept at it, working through obstacles and distractions to do the best job I could possibly do, for the simple pride in accomplishment. (Regardless, that is, of any actual value in whatever product I was producing. Dredging that deeply would have ruined the illusion.)
Lately, however (and you knew there would be a ďhowever,Ē or a least a ďbutĒ), Iíve been finding myself looking for excuses to stop working. Or if not actively looking for excuses, at least not avoiding those same obstacles and distractions. I seem to embrace letting things slow me down these days. Iím a latecomer, but Iím becoming a big friction fan. Inertia has taken on a whole new meaning.
So a day like today is becoming rare, when I keep at it all day, donít have a lot to show for it, but still feel satisfied with the attempt. Most days, I feel as if thereís never a time when there arenít three or four things I should be doing. At the end of the day, I look back and see all Iíve done and all I havenít done.
Today was different, in that I looked back and saw not all the holes I dug, but all the digging I did. Could it be Iíve found the secret of happiness?