Meanwhile, I awakened to two messages that notify me of a heavy workload that begins today and must be completed by Friday. The nature of my work is feast or famine, and recently it has been famine. Today, this beautiful spring morning, it seems, begins the feast. I suppose it appropriate, though, as it is spring. So begins anew the cycle of growth.
And yet I find it a challenge to stay indoors when the outdoors calls me to come out and play.
There is a kind of sliding scale between polar opposites, and finding the right balance is like hitting a tennis ball on the sweet spot of the racquet. Although the work must be done by me, today I find a way to compromise and still reap the benefits. Sometimes we must make the best of what is. And sometimes when we surrender to what is, we come to find out it's not so bad after all. In fact, it can be pretty good. Today proves one of those days. Today I experience that balance of steadfastness and ease-filled relaxation while I work and still enjoy this special day.
[Written Palm Sunday, posted Easter Sunday, and I met the work deadlines.]