Ever stop to ask yourself why you do what you do?
I fear most of us go day-to-day just flitting here, there and everywhere without much thought at all.
It’s like when my grandson Noah comes over. He is two.
He runs to the toy box.
He runs to the snack cabinet.
He runs to the book shelf.
He runs to the art drawer.
And fifteen minutes later, it’s as if a miniature tornado has swept through the house! (don’t you know I love it)
He gets so busy, and so excited, he forgets to stop and enjoy one thing at a time.
Sometimes life is like a bin full of legos, a million pieces all jumbled up and ready to spill over.
Why do we do what we do?
I have a feeling if each of us asked ourselves that very question, there would be things in our lives that would have to go. Things we would choose to stop doing. Stuff we would throw right out.
Then, maybe life wouldn’t feel like a tornado, but more like an open field of possibility.