Today was a fairly productive day. I find that in some seasons of life, those days feel few and far between, though it may seem that I make every day productive from the outside. But today, as I sit in my apartment at the end of it, I feel productive. I called the pharmacy, met with other seminarians over a video session, drafted reflection questions for a Thanksgiving service, wrote my initial outline for my sermon this coming Sunday, cleared out three email inboxes, bought food for our first Young Adult Monthly Meal tomorrow, went to the gym, cleaned out my fridge and put away food while Dalton did dishes and then we made dinner, and ate together. After eating, I spent an evening without feeling the pressure that I was not doing something that needed to be done. Most nights have this looming feeling of what I should be doing, but today, I was enough. Today, I accepted myself for who I am and for what I could do today, no more and no less.