Its 2am – we’ve just moved to our new home. I can’t sleep. I got up, found and put together the pieces that make up the computer. I had a thought I wanted to share about “unimportant things”. Then I did a bunch of unimportant things (opening boxes, searching for parts, connecting cables, sorting power connectors, etc.) so I can write about “unimportant things” … hmmmm…..
We moved from what is considered an urban area – into something different – I can’t define it yet. But things here go slower – there is time to really get things done. I feel at home with the pace of things here.
I realized that I (for some reason) categorized some things I do (such as cooking, washing dishes, driving, running errands, etc.) as “unimportant” – though I never quite acknowledged them as such… I do them because I have to, I do them to get them done, I do them because they are required for something else (more important), I do them because no one else, I do them impatiently, I do them thinking I would rather not be doing them.
After noticing this for a while – I realized that when I do something “unimportant” there is a contemplation and once I go through I feel lighter, I relax, I take the time to enjoy what I’m doing, I realize it’s actual as important (or not) as other important (or not) things I do! Importance, and other measures seem confusing and meaningless… I find this pleasing and amusing. Does this ever happen to you?
Unimportant Things
Its 2am – we’ve just moved to our new home. I can’t sleep. I got up, found and put together the pieces that make up the computer. I had a thought I wanted to share about “unimportant things”. Then I did a bunch of unimportant things (opening boxes, searching for parts, connecting cables, sorting power connectors, etc.) so I can write about “unimportant things” … hmmmm…..
We moved from what is considered an urban area – into something different – I can’t define it yet. But things here go slower – there is time to really get things done. I feel at home with the pace of things here.
I realized that I (for some reason) categorized some things I do (such as cooking, washing dishes, driving, running errands, etc.) as “unimportant” – though I never quite acknowledged them as such… I do them because I have to, I do them to get them done, I do them because they are required for something else (more important), I do them because no one else, I do them impatiently, I do them thinking I would rather not be doing them.
After noticing this for a while – I realized that when I do something “unimportant” there is a contemplation and once I go through I feel lighter, I relax, I take the time to enjoy what I’m doing, I realize it’s actual as important (or not) as other important (or not) things I do! Importance, and other measures seem confusing and meaningless… I find this pleasing and amusing. Does this ever happen to you?