Where are you a craftsman in your life?

I stained the cedar 2x2s that will go on top of my pergola. At first, I thought, okay now should I lay them all next to each other so I can cover many at once? "I have 32 to do, is there a way to be efficient and get them done wholesale?"

Instead, I picked up one 2x2, a brush, and started painting the stain along its length. With ease, enjoying the simplicity of watching each face be transformed into a deeper, richer color. The knots coming alive with story and saga. Ooo, that was pretty, I wonder what the next one will look like? Each side told its own tale, as the grain swept and swirled its way down.

Suddenly I felt the joy of craftsmanship. Meticulous. Unhurried. Savoring the transformation of the wood. Taking pleasure in watching the grain jump up and sing. I was totally in flow, and it felt wonderful.

So many tasks in life I hurry through, trying to get it done quickly and with the least effort. Efficient. So I can get onto the next task. But the cedar slowed me down to being fully present, fully in the now.

And I wonder, where else in my life am I a craftsman? Where else in my life do I show up with unhurried care, fully present, savoring the effects of my attention and effort?

Where are you a craftsman in your life?