All day yesterday I just felt frantic. I had too much to do and so I worked and worked and worked and we're having a new driveway put in and so Patty would call with ideas of how to tweak the design and so I'd have to jump in the car to go home and say that looks great and then jump in the car to get back to the church so I could work and work and work and I had a staff meeting and then appointments through the afternoon and I worked and worked and worked and couldn't get everything done and at the end of the day what I was worrying about was what I hadn't gotten done and I was so tired that, after dinner, I turned on the Phillies game on the TV and fell dead asleep. (Actually that last bit was a good thing because I would wake up to see bits and pieces of the game and the Phillies were playing so badly that they more resembled the Peninsula Pilots that they did a big league team.)

So this morning I've been thinking about yesterday. The volume of work to be done was no different than any day. I never get everything done that I would like to in a day. Why did I feel so frantic?

It was because I forgot to do one thing at a time.

Probably you never have a day like yesterday was for me. Probably you don't need this reminder, words of Gerald May from The Awakened Heart:

Try a little consecrated Zen.
Do one thing at a time, with complete, immediate mindfulness.
Don't do it to get it done so you can get on to the next thing.
Do it for love.
Do it fully, sensitively, openly.
Do it now.
Then do the next thing.

(Special emphasis on the line: Don't do it to get it done so you can get on to the next thing.)

I tell you, it's the secret to happiness and joy.