Last week I rushed through a post in about 30 minutes. This week I’ve been starring at a blank page for thirty minutes. I’ve started and deleted four posts.
Writing is like that sometimes.
In the workshop I finished two doors for the laundry room cabinets. They didn’t fit. The bottom of the doors fit, but the top overlapped by about 1/16 of an inch. And the door knobs are too close together. Something is out of square. Perhaps the door frame, perhaps the doors – maybe I missed measured something.
Woodworking is like that sometimes.
Last week at the office, one of my teams failed to deliver a promised bit of research.
Work is like that sometimes.
This morning Heather and I went hiking. 87 minutes, 3.2 miles among the redwoods and by the creek. We noticed the recently fallen trees and noticed new growth. The rangers had put up a new information sign. There were the same kinds of people on the trail – runners, families, couples on a date, hiking groups and the solitary walkers. Heather found a beautiful leaf, I noticed that there was water flowing under a tree – just an ordinary walk with the just the feeling that, “it’s great to be here.”
Hiking is like that sometimes.
Sometimes life is just ordinary, simple with good things and not so good things.
Yet, we still breath the air and enjoy the things we are able to do.
Even if they’re a fraction off perfect.