When The Work Is Done

Six years, ten months, and five days. That is the length of time between this post and the one preceding it. I don't know what happened. No, that isn't true. I know what happened. Life happened. We have so many things going on in our lives: family, friends, school, work, household responsibilities, professional responsibilities, social obligations.... The list goes on. These responsibilities and obligations are very demanding of our time so in order to squeeze it all in, we have to make some sacrifices. Naturally, the first items on the chopping block are things that give us pleasure.

Why is that? I think it is because we fundamentally believe that we haven't earned the right to enjoy the things that give us pleasure until our "work" is done.  I also think, and I am guilty of this, that there are some of us who "save the best for last". The things that give me pleasure are on my list -way at the bottom of my list. They remain there because I do plan to get to them...when the work is done. 

I can attest that six years, ten months, and five days later, "the work" is not done. This is because "the work" although it changes and evolves, is and never will be done. It is up to us to make the time for the things that give us pleasure. The things that feed our souls.