And this is my desk this morning…
I cleared it just the other day when I was struggling and knew that just one small win might help.
But today, it is covered again with information from the fair, cold medicine, seeds waiting to be planted, mail, notes, really important stuff and I don’t know what else. Even St. Francis is reeling in despair.
It’s easy to get frustrated when nothing is ever really done or completed.
“Didn’t I just wash this same dish yesterday?”
“Didn’t I just wash and dry and fold this shirt?”
“Didn’t I just clean this high chair a couple of hours ago?”
Word of the day…
Quotidian which mean “to occur everyday” or “belonging to each day” or “commonplace, ordinary” according to Merriam Webster.
I used to run from routines and schedules preferring to think I was spontaneous and free.
Truthfully, the most spontaneous thing about me is my depression which can randomly show up at the most inconvenient times.
More and more lately, I’ve be intentionally pursuing routines and schedules seeking stability and peace.
I most like the definition of quotidian that says “belonging to each day”.