the 'to do' list

Tonight, I caught myself panicking at the thought of a pretty intense list of things to do, my list of things to do, my very long list of things to do. I could feel the anxiety rise in my gut. Not a great feeling. Then I reminded myself that it's a great list, really. It's MY list, the one I get to create because I work for myself. It's a list of tasks that are creative and challenging and relational and valuable. And on top of all that, ticking off the items on the list means ticking off bills that are paid. How great is that? I'm making a living doing something I love. It's a bit of a miracle, really. Never mind that from time to time I feel compelled to add "try not to cry" to the list, it's still la great list.

So, as I ready for bed, I send up a prayer that the joy in all that the list represents will overpower the fear of the list, and a prayer for rest and confidence and a one-thing-at-a-time approach to get me through the day, and the list, tomorrow.