last night my dad stopped by

(we are nextdoor neighbors, so we call and then drop in often)

and found me, slightly chaotic

slightly stressed

trying to pull to the forefront the clear thinking needed

to meet a pattern deadline which was running toward me at breakneck speed.

and he said,

“there is no rest for the …”

now he didn’t pause there,

but i just want to interject that there are many true and appropriate words

he could have ended that sentence with.

words like:

unrealistic

or disorganized

or procrastinators

or even unprepared,

but he didn’t.

he said,

“there is no rest for the talented.”

and that meant more to me than ice water on the hottest day in august.

no matter what age i am, words from my dad have a worth that is beyond estimating.

little girls love their daddy’s love.  and not so little girls, too.

thanks, dad.

‘worth’ taken from 28:18 of job.