“The test of a vocation is the love of the drudgery it involves.”
~ Logan Pearsall Smith
All activities seem to have a bit of drudgery about them. The trip to the beach still means gathering the items necessary to enjoy the sand and sun, and removing the remnants on the return surely is not a joyous task. Most every job entails some sort of repetitive work that can become drudgery without a passion for the outcome. That love of the outcome; whether it is a family raised with tenderness and strength or a sweater knitted of a thousand stitches, lifts us above the mundane of the moment.
Sometimes I find writing sheer torture, yet it is the outcome as much as the process that drives me on. To see the words lined up in the precise order I choose and expressing the thoughts we may all share, yet with words uniquely mine, gives me the energy to accept the painful aspects and dive in. Once immersed I find that mindfulness yet again is the tool to appreciate the process, revel in the drudgery, find pure pleasure in the now.
Yesterday as I was chatting with the mentor of my change, I realised that mindfulness has been the overarching catalyst of my self-discovery. Paying attention to every instant, and then viewing it through a lens of positivity, some would call rose-colored, has added a depth and richness to my daily activities that I never imagined possible. Training myself to step back and see myself from a distance while at the same time being fully present is challenging, the rewards are great. Sometimes I give myself permission to be impressed as I would be if I saw someone else doing some of the things I do. This is very new to me, to see and appreciate who I am and what I do, and that alone is enough to propel me forward.
Each life has its share of vocations, be you a priest who writes, a mother who teaches or a business executive who mentors a child. In those activities of passion and love we find the best of ourselves and drudgery is not a force to sway us, but simply an accepted piece and often treasured of the picture, one that we do not struggle against, but accept willingly.