When I can cross something off the To Do list. I have to make lists, anymore.
When I get the yard mowed and cleaned up, finish a woodworking project, spend some time practicing at the piano, get the year-end tax information gathered and delivered, pay a bill in full, bring the checkbook up to date, write what I consider a decent blog post, visit with the grandkids, help my son with his landscaping business, help around the house and cook a nice meal for my wife and I.
Mostly tangible stuff, where the progress or completion is easily marked, or seen– mowing, painting, cleaning, cooking, moving wheelbarrows full of mulch.
Church work was more nebulous, somehow, most days a more difficult milieu in which to assess progress or productivity. Easter always arrived at the end of Lent, of course, so at least we had that cyclical sense of movement toward a culmination and completion. But then the church year just moved on to the next theme. And peoples’ lives and situations and opinions were always evolving. Or stuck.