As time passes, we become immune to our everyday surroundings - scenery, belongings, people, jobs. We stop appreciating them, or being excited about them, or extolling their virtues. We start to focus on what they’re not.
My neighbor once likened the daily grind to living the movie Groundhog Day. We get up, we do the things, we feed the kids, we take the same paths, we go to bed then start all over. We stop paying attention or feeling joy when we’re plodding through our days. A little adventure may be part of the cure.
We’re not comfortable with uncertainty in ourselves or acknowledging we just don’t know to others. As a matter of fact, when we don’t have the all of the pieces to the puzzle, our brains will make them up and convince us that the made up pieces are truth.
Agency is our belief in our ability to accomplish something. I believe that faith agency is our belief in God’s promises and faithfulness. Our belief that He can do something.
A few of the truths I’ve learned on the journey…
I’m learning that the process is the point. The good habits, creative habits, productive habits are the point regardless of the outcome.
I have a neighbor who has a shirt that says “I Hate Running.” Or Running Sucks. One of those. The sentiment is the same.
Sometimes creating something - including positive change - requires getting messy.