I've listed the small steps for projects, and feel more of the regimentation my wandering mind, which can be like a stallion in a corral, needs.
This morning, I couldn't decide what to do, since I was exhausted after construction noise all week, hitting too many walls, and grinding my teeth. Then I realized my mom needs nail care, and I got scattered. I tried this poem.
When I don't know what to do,
let do what love requires.
If I cannot make a choice,
let me do the next small thing.
Step by step show me the way
from one small act to the next.
For in these small acts of love
your Spirit's light will guide me.