Over the weekend Ulrich confessed that it is harder to value his contributions at home or see them equal contributions at work. Which lead to an interesting conversation about society and feminism and what really matters in life.
The thoughts are far too many for a single post ... but there is a piece that I've been meditating on since then that is worth sharing...
I think we're trained to think that....
"If someone pays for it, it must be valuable. "
The unspoken flip side,
"if no one pays for it, then it must not be valuable."
But this thinking puts money at the top of the food chain. Can we only value what we can pay for?
Does money determine...
What is precious?
beautiful?
Important?
And our work? Should we only value the work we are paid for?
How can you place a value on love or the time it takes to develop a relationship or maintain one?
How do you value raising children? Walking along side someone with cancer?
Or making art? Playing music? Gardening?
I struggle with this. I deeply value those things that make life the beautiful journey it is, but on any given day if I didn't get my list done from work I feel a nagging responsibility to make it up. Or if I missed work due to unexpected illness of a child I feel tremendous guilt that I should be working.
But the reverse isn't always true.... if I miss a kid thing due to a work meeting, i just think, "well that's what happens sometimes."
Seth Godin in one of his books says that we are all artists. That work we do, is our art.
What if we owned that?
What if we saw the work we do in life as art?
God made man in his image. To be creative. To be in relationship. We are made to make art.
And so, the thought has stayed with me as I made beds and folded laundry. I am making art.
As I did homework and cooked dinner. I am making art.
As I worked in the garden and wrote this blog, I am making art.
Even at work today. As I sat in meetings and planned out projects. I made art.
And so I breathed out what God breathed into me.
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