I get a lot done. Sometimes I’ll get comments that the work I’m doing is inspiring or that the amount I get done is pretty amazing. That’s fine and all, but the good work that I want to do, yet remains half finished, humbles me and grounds me in reality.
It’s that work I hope to not regret someday because it accounts for 90% of my life. In the meantime I truly struggle with the limits of my humanity, praying that the most valuable work has reached the top of my list of stuff to get done.