Firth of Forth bridge

As I child I really enjoyed a visit to the Firth of Forth Bridge. I was told that as soon as the painters have got to the end they then need to recommence at the beginning, the job takes that long. I don’t know if it’s true, but the image has stayed with me. I often feel I’m doing tasks like that – I sweep the dining room floor, pause for a brief second to survey my work, and then in the blink of an eye, the dust, pet hair and crumbs start accumulating once more and the chore needs repeating. Domesticity doesn’t please me in this way as it never feels like I have achieved or finished anything… On the work front I have a to-do list broken down into manageable daily chunks so that at the end of each day I feel a sense of having completed something. But the trick for me is to not get bogged down by just ticking off the little unending tasks. I have to keep focussed on the bigger picture, the deepening of the relationships, the way my family is developing, the life that I am leading.

So maybe my last task of each day should be to step back and admire the glorious bridge in its entirety :D