A Facebook friend recently lamented that she has so much to do - so much housework, so many things at the office, so many errands - that she just longed for the day when it was all done, so she could begin living her life.
I think we all fall into this trap. But the funny thing is, we wouldn’t expect to brush our teeth once, and have it done for a lifetime - “there, my teeth are clean, and now I can get on with living!” There are things we must do daily, in order to build and nurture our lives. We organize our environments, clean our bodies, do our work. And we don’t often get a sense of closure, because tomorrow, the cycle will start again.
I often have to remind myself of this. I long for the lesson planning, the grading, the writing to be “done,” but just when I think I’ve reached a goalpost, it moves again. If I don’t keep my humor about it, it could make me crazy - but this is the stuff of life. It’s a work in progress, not a list of chores to be “done.”
As I understand it, one of the principles of Zen is to be fully aware of the moment - “when you’re washing the cup … wash the cup.” So often, we focus on finishing one task and getting on to the next one, thinking that real living awaits us on some magical day in the future. And when that magical day doesn’t come, many people become weary, discouraged. They feel like they’ve wasted their lives.
So, this is my life, today. I’m working on lesson plans, but I know they’ll never be “done” as long as I keep teaching this course - I’ll be forever adding things, tweaking. Later, I’ll need to clean the kitchen, and not for the last time. Tomorrow, or the next day, I’ll have to clean it again. I’ll have to wash the cup.
Maybe today, in all its imperfection, is really a magical day.
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if i ever dont reblog this assume im dead
IVE BEEN LAUGHING AT THIS FOR ABOUT 10 YEARS
How fucked up is the entire concept of The Parent Trap? These parents have twins but want a divorce so they decide their best course of action is to just each take one and never speak to each other again.
*plays all your snapchats that i screenshotted at ur funeral*
wet dream: being financially secure with a career i enjoy
Me: “What browser are you on?”
Me: “Google Chrome?”
Client: “No, just regular Google.”
Me: “That’s the site. I want to know the browser.”
Client: “Look, we can have this conversation forever, man. But when I hit the internet logo, Google comes up!”
Me: “Okay…What does that “internet logo” look like?
Client: “…A fiery fox, I guess. But that’s irrelevant.”