The important work isn’t glamorous. It isn’t always dramatic. It’s just work.
It’s what happens when you come in early and stay late, when you reflect on a complicated problem while on a long walk, or put into action the inspiration that came when you were waking up from a dream.
The important work often happens unexpectedly, unannounced, and is only recognized as important after the police have left, or the parents have stopped crying, or yelling, or both.
The important work matters. It puts the ocean of mundane responsibilities into perspective. The daily duties we perform are simply the sea on which our ship encounters the storms that define our professional character.
When we survive a day of importance the reward is a feeling of relief and exhaustion and hope that might carry us until the next storm.
In our best moments and best situations, if we are fortunate enough to have someone to share those moments with, we might recognize the value of what we do. We might even give thanks for being in a place where we can make such a difference.
Doing the important work, work that it is, is more than a job. It is an opportunity for grace.