Second Sunday of Advent and it has been stormy. Soup and hibernation weather as far as I am concerned. But there was work, procrastinated. And laundry.
So I head off to bed feeling that all is incomplete and imperfect. Not managing my time well enough. Not paying attention closely enough. Distracted and distractable. The new week will start with more to do or feel guilty about not doing. The half finished projects will get done…or not.
I remember being younger and (sometimes) see myself in some of the young people I work with. They are (I was) anxious to get it done, get feedback, climb the next mountain, grab a cuppa joe and convene the subsequent meeting to decide the really urgent thing! Perhaps I’ll offer some pithy advice nowadays, but I can’t imagine such over achieving impulses right now. It’s past my bedtime. And I just want to cozy up with a magazine and a cup of tea.