I want to live intentionally. In other words I want to act with intention. I don't want to keep stabbing at any old hole, scuffing my knuckles against the wall, hoping wildly to connect. I want to choose exactly what I mean to do and go about it with the right tools and precision.
I slide my alan key deftly into the slot and with focus on the task at hand I tighten the screw exactly the amount of turns it needs to be snug. Simple.
So unlike life as it comes, this ideal, so fantastic a desire in the face of love.
The best I can do is hone my will to kindness, and try not bang every extremity as I walk through this next door.