Can anything be sadder than work left unfinished? Yes; work never begun.
Here we are my friends about to officially change from the laid back summer months to the work ahead that follows our observance of Labor Day in the U.S. Our Labor Day holiday is always the first Monday in September allowing most of my fellow Americans three days away from their formal work.
For some of the unemployed and my fellow retirees it might just be another day. If there is spent time in leisure pursuits day after day. I am not complaining about them, people have the right to choose their own path, I just feel sorry that they have chosen to miss so much.
One of the definitions of labor (work) is purposeful effort: the physical or mental effort directed at doing or making something. In my mind the things we do, either paid or unpaid, provides us with opportunity and satisfaction that come from successful purposeful effort.
When I think of work as being the contributions we can make by completing the tasks at hand, a whole new vista opens up. If I don’t find meaning in my paid work I can do so through my unpaid work. If I totally retire and no longer reap the benefits that come from a paid job well done I can choose to spend my time helping to make the world a little bit better for one and all. In fact I find that I often earn more in satisfaction now than I did when I was getting paid.
When I think of labor as a meaningful effort to do something of value, work no longer looks like a burden, rather the opportunity to work looks like a gift. So my friends join me as we enjoy our three day celebration of the accomplishments made by our fellow workers and then when the whistle blows on Tuesday bringing people back to work, let’s join them, not only in the pursuit of income but also in the pursuit of opportunities to do a job well for ourselves and for others.
Here is something from Ralph Marston that I think says it well:
As long as there is work that must be done in this world, there is opportunity. And there is always much work to be done.
As long as there are problems to be solved, there is a clear and accessible pathway to success. And there are always problems to be solved.
As long as there are challenges to be overcome, there is a way for you to create whatever things of value you envision for your life and your world. And there are always challenges to be overcome.
When it seems that there is no end to the work that must be done, stop and consider just what that means. It means that the future can be very bright indeed.
For when there is much work to be done, there is much to be gained by doing it. Wherever there is work to be done, there is buried treasure waiting to be unearthed.
Be the person who rushes quickly in the direction of the work that is to be done. And you’ll be the person who tastes life’s treasures in abundance.
PS: There will be no Daily next Monday; I am giving my computer the day off.
It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes short again and again, who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause, who at best knows achievement and who at the worst if he fails at least fails while daring greatly so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.
If it is on, I must turn it off.
If it is off, I must turn it on.
If it is folded, I must unfold it.
If it is a liquid, it must be shaken, then spilled.
If it a solid, it must be crumbled, chewed or smeared.
If it is high, it must be reached.
If it is shelved, it must be unshelved.
If it is pointed, it must be run with at top speed.
If it has leaves, they must be picked.
If it is plugged, it must be unplugged.
If it is not trash, it must be thrown away.
If it is in the trash, it must be removed, inspected, and thrown on the floor.
If it is closed, it must be opened.
If it does not open, it must be screamed at.
If it has drawers, they must be rifled. If it is a pencil, it must write on the refrigerator, monitor, or table.
If it is full, it will be more interesting emptied.
If it is empty, it will be more interesting full.
If it is a pile of dirt, it must be laid upon.
If it is stroller, it must under no circumstances be ridden in without protest. It must be pushed by me instead.
If it has a flat surface, it must be banged upon.
If Mommy’s hands are full, I must be carried.
If Mommy is in a hurry and wants to carry me, I must walk alone.
If it is paper, it must be torn. If it has buttons, they must be pressed.
If the volume is low, it must go high. If it is toilet paper, it must be unrolled on the floor.
If it is a drawer, it must be pulled upon.
If it is a toothbrush, it must be inserted into my mouth.
If it has a faucet, it must be turned on at full force.
If it is a phone, I must talk to it. If it is a bug, it must be swallowed.
If it doesn’t stay on my spoon, it must be dropped on the floor.
If it is not food, it must be tasted. If it is dry, it must be made wet with drool, milk, or toilet water.
If it is a carseat, it must be protested with arched back.
If it is Mommy, it must be hugged. I am toddler!
If you’re yearning for the good old days, just turn off the air conditioning.
At the local gas utility written orders are issued to change meters when they are old or malfunctioning. On the order sheet is a "remarks" section, where the service representative notes any problems that prevented the job from being completed. The most succinct explanation to come ever come back was: "DOG DOES NOT WANT METER TO BE CHANGED."
Marriage is the process of finding out what kind of man your wife would have preferred.
One morning a man came into the church on crutches. He stopped in front of the holy water, put some on both legs, and then threw away his crutches. An altar boy witnessed the scene and then ran into the rectory to tell the priest what he’d just seen.
"Son, you’ve just witnessed a miracle!" the priest said. "Tell me where is this man now?"
"Flat on his butt over by the holy water!" the boy informed him.
The Grocery Bag Law
The candy bar you planned to eat on the way home from the market is hidden at the bottom of the grocery bag.
The veterinarian told the blonde that her dog needed some exercise. You need to make sure the dog runs around, the doctor said. Try playing a game of fetch.
"I can’t play fetch with my dog," the blonde said.
"Why not?" the doctor asked.
"Because," she replied, "He can’t throw!".
I long to accomplish a great and noble tasks, but it is my chief duty to accomplish humble tasks as though they were great and noble. The world is moved along, not only by the mighty shoves of its heroes, but also by the aggregate of the tiny pushes of each honest worker.
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
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