@ lunch today confess to eavesdropping (funny word) on 2 young women talking about their lives and decision to make conscious choice about how they want their days to add up into a life.
“I am getting sick of just drinking every day, so I guess I gotta spend my time with different people.”
They got talking about “doing my work” and the healing they both wanted to do. On the one hand, it sounded like an OD of Dr Phil – every self-help cliche was coming out. On the other I wanted to go hug them and give them my card. I thought that might give away the fact that i was eavesdropping though….
And, on the 3rd hand (is there one?) I was wondering about “doing my work.” I love the commitment to growth. And I wonder: Why is it work?
I mean, I get that it is. Usually it feels like work to change and grow… it’s a real effort to stop doing the crappy-but-gratifying stuff and be a grownup instead (sigh). But I also feel sad that it’s “work” to learn.
Hi Josh,
I agree, it seems incongrugent that growth which usually leads to lots of wonderful stuff is considered work, and that we, I, sometimes feel the same.
Mostly though, I think growth is joyful and full of blessings.
Linda