Ah, Friday. The last day of the work week, giving one the hope that we can make it to the day of not having to get up and face a whirlwind of activity without purpose.
There's that purpose thing again.
And it doesn't have to be important to have purpose - in fact, in many cases there are no direct comparisons between the two. I spend my days at my current position working on things that are "important": critical, timeline driven, help us make the current years goals, etc. The reality is, these critical matters are only critical for a time: they will be accomplished, the timeline will slip, or the project will be halted.
But items of purpose are few and far between, at least at work - and arguably, have little to do with the actual position itself. The things of substance, the things that matter - really the interactions that we have between people - are hardly the "criticality" of one more report, but infinitely of more purpose.
The same is true of home life as well: so much of what occurs here is not "critical" or "timeline driven", but has purpose, whether it be raising of children or communicating with The Ravishing Mrs. TB or even working to know God better. It's here that purpose is made and lived out.
When did we reach a place that critical and having purpose became so opposed to each other?
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