Sometimes I wonder what I'm really accomplishing. I make lists. I set goals. I dream dreams. Little things. Big things. Secret things. And the list of things to do always exceeds the list of things already done. And often the list of things already done gets recycled and re-attached to the regular "to do" list. Options, possibilities, purpose. All my good intentions.
While I could spend some time lamenting these simple truisms, I'd better not lose more moments that I could be using to reach the proverbial "mark" even though its easy enough to feel sorry for oneself.
Then I find this picture. The backstory consists of me trying to roll my "RR"s without success for almost eight months. As you may know it's a relatively crucial sound to the Spanish language. My patient roommates did their best to coach me, but to no avail until...something clicked after months of practicing in the shower (and regular conversation). Hallelujah!
So for now I'm encouraged to keep living and working day-to-day toward the prize. Who knew "ferrocarril" was such a magic word? (ferrocarril=railroad)
1 comment:
[smile]
that's not a smile of condescension, rather, it comes from empathy. I hate to-do lists, mostly because I never end up finishing them. There are always too many items for any one person to finish; the to-do list becomes synonymous with failure and disappointment. Maybe I am being weaned from associating success with accomplishment. There is a title of an Alias episode that is stuck in my brain: Truth Takes Time. I suppose truth could be expanded to any number of things, but I usually replace it with accomplishment.
Honestly, I am not sure where I was going with that. So, perhaps, I will just leave it there.
Have a great week. And may God bless your to-do list. And mine.
Peas.
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