My work does not define me, but in spite of that, I do care about the quality of my work. Circumstances will not always be ideal, difficulties will be encountered, lessons will be learned… but everyone has a limit.
We’re not called to be lazy and indifferent, nor are we called to be psychotic perfectionist workaholics. Where is the happy medium? At what point do you say… I’m just not capable of doing that, and failure is a possibility, but it will be okay?
You have to stand up for doing things the right way… the honest way… in a way that allows you to wisely use your ability not compromising integrity.
I just don’t always know what it is. Even when I try to find my guidance through my faith.