The year starts, and the workday starts. There is a ton of stuff to do, and by all means do not let it get ahead of you. There’s the urgent, the less urgent but still vital and the emergencies.<\/p>\n
I got some books on how to work hard and how to work smarter. I can think about them and the systems of efficiency and order and accomplishments they preach. And yet I can barely get past my emergencies.<\/p>\n
There is so much to do! How on earth am I supposed to find time to do it better?<\/p>\n
I’m so sick of it all. I want to just stop.<\/p>\n
Sit on something soft, and pet a cat.<\/p>\n
Cats know.<\/p>\n
Take your ease. And if a toy bounces by, wap at it. Life’s a game!<\/p>\n
Cats play it well. A string does not get past them. Quick paw darts and pins the string. No opportunity to play is missed.<\/p>\n
Don’t stress. Stay loose and flexible. Those chances for playing should not be missed.<\/p>\n
Cats know.<\/p>\n
It’s all about playing. Because for a cat, the difference between playing and work is invisible. It is a string…maybe. Or maybe it’s a mouse. Which is work? The string? The mouse?<\/p>\n
All of it is fun. And all of it is work.<\/p>\n
There is a better way. Not my best-selling books for getting it right and keeping it that way.<\/p>\n
Cats know.<\/p>\n
If I play it right, I’m working. And if I’m working right, I’m playing. All the elegance of a perfectly timed attack is in the joy. And all the inconsequence of a failed pounce is in the play.<\/p>\n
All of it is practice. All of it can be as hard as I can make it, which is the fun of it. The fun of knowing this one is not so tight and stressful.<\/p>\n
I don’t think I’ve ever seen a cat get frustrated.<\/p>\n
Cats know.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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