Protect What’s Sacred

What do you treasure? What do you consider sacred? What or who would you fight to protect?

For me, there are only a few things. I don’t have a long list of family, friends, beliefs, and the like. When I speak of sacred and protecting those people or things or ideas and beliefs, I’m speaking of what’s most important to you? What’s vital? Those people or things essential for you, your happiness, your very existence.

One thing I’ve made sacred, setting aside time I considered hallowed, is the writing of these lists. Most days I listen to a playlist while writing. I sit, fingers on keyboard, and commune with my Creator. I get to do something many may take for granted. I get to improve my contact with the One who is all. It’s a hallowed time, a sacred time, a time I must protect. Today I did not.

Today, I answered the phone when it rang. Basic enough tenet for life, if the phone rings, answer it. The trouble comes when it’s first thing in the morning or interrupts my sleep. My sacred time, my writing time, my communing with my Creator time, that’s first thing in the morning. That’s before showering, that’s before breakfast, and definitely before speaking with others. The challenge is when I’m working with someone with a two hour time zone difference, they don’t move on my schedule.

When I first moved here, I turned off my phone. Simple solution for a time difference of about 12 or 13 hours. Now, with it only being two hours, it’s time to go back to what’s worked in the past. As a child, teenager, and adult, I’ve enjoyed asking questions and hearing stories from my elders. It always seemed as if they had some secret about life, work, relationships, and so much more. Now that I’m a bit older my thoughts are a bit different. One of the many benefits of getting and being older is experience. I have the experience to learn from my past. I can protect what’s sacred by doing something I’ve done in the past. Experience is a great thing.

Today, Tuesday, January, 30, 2024, I am grateful that:

I got the first drafts of a couple documents finished for a client. The wake up call to let me know there’s more to be done, but at least we’re not starting from scratch. Work is work and that’s probably the reason it’s a four letter word.

I got a little work done on my freelancing contract. It’ll be a truncated work week, but I’ll easily hit the numbers for this client. A four day work week sounds like something off the Jetsons cartoon, but this week it is reality and not cartoon based fiction.

I was able to fellowship a bit for Kelvin’s birthday party. He had a day long celebration. I wasn’t able to hang out all day, but I got a chance to say hello to the noon crowd and eat dinner with the evening crowd. It was good, I’m guessing, for him to have such a turnout for his birthday.

Reread the questions from the beginning.

Abe,

Be Greater!!!