
Today my eyes and my heart were opened by a message from a missionary. He eskewed the "wild bear/dangerous snake" stories, to concentrate on his own life, his goals to "do right" and "finish well". He is near his "finish line" but does not think of being done; rather he thinks of going from task to task, of doing each "well" and then going on to the next.
What was I thinking?
What if it were my finish line today, and I was still jumping on the bed? Would I hear "Well done!" or "Not done!"?
So, here I am huffing and puffing my way back to the path

I am not yet sure of the details, the "particulars", but I know in general the next task.
I should be writing.
I should be writing for others, not for myself.
I should be writing with purpose, rather than for fun or profit.
It isn't about me.
