Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it.”
Snow is in the forecast and I have hundreds of pounds of food to process. I’ve been knocking off deadlines for the past two weeks, focused and unavailable for much else. I am tired. But there is a strong sense of something else, casting the tone over everything else I am doing: JOY! I am truly joyful to meet my work.
Over the past couple of years, but the last year in particular, I have worked hard to create the life I want to live. I have carefully selected the components, arranging them, bending them, and committing to myself. I have tried things on, consistently pushing myself beyond comfort. I have kept what I need and let the rest go. I have persevered. In moments where I have been unsure of which direction to pursue or which action to take, or not take, I have learned to wait and listen. Go now! Breathe. Listen.
The cumulative effect of my action is a knowing that I am where I need to be. While I occasionally have moments when I desire things maybe not meant for me, or not yet meant for me, these days I generally reside in a place of contentedness. And this hasn’t always been the case. (Given the cyclical nature of life, I am sure I will come to a place of needing to learn this again). I have been brave, and in doing so, I have accessed a freedom and gratitude I wasn’t sure was possible. But it is possible. It is all possible. And so today, it is with open arms and a smile I meet hours of preserving my tomatoes, beans, cucumbers, rhubarb and currants, tying elastics I have been saving around the base of my herbs. The rhythmic refrain of work and a knowing deep within my cells that I have built this life.