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I Am A Work In Progress, But I Have To Work In Order To Progress

I wrote a post in response to a Daily Post, way back in January last year using the above phrase, ever since this New Year just gone I have had thoughts about revisiting this post and the quote, to see where I was along my journey in relation to the idea which I wrote about.

It wasn’t until last night’s Connect Group, that I really entertained the idea of writing a follow up to the previous post.  The premise of the quote came up in our meeting and I discussed my previous quote and some of the reasons why I add a second part to a quote which is know the world over.

I AM A WORK IN PROGRESS

This is true for us all, we are still growing, still evolving, but we will never be complete, we will always be a work in progress.  Just like the clay in the potters hand, we are always being moulded into something He is happy with.  When He find the imperfection, He will rework it, what is spoiled He will rebuild.

“Arise, and go down to the potter’s house, and there I will let you hear my words.” So I went down to the potter’s house, and there he was working at his wheel. And the vessel he was making of clay was spoiled in the potter’s hand, and he reworked it into another vessel, as it seemed good to the potter to do. Then the word of the Lord came to me: “O house of Israel, can I not do with you as this potter has done? declares the Lord. Behold, like the clay in the potter’s hand, so are you in my hand, O house of Israel.  Jeremiah 18:2-6

I know I have so much to learn and indeed relearn, I have so much to put right and to get right, I may never get it all right, I may keep making the same mistakes over and over again, I’m human, that what humans do, we aren’t perfect, we fail all the time.

When I started this Sober journey, I had so much to learn and as I say relearn, I had to make small changes to my life, day by day, just a little bit, remove a little bit of imperfect clay here and there, remould the odd bit every now and again, than also add pieces of clay here and there.

There were times I felt I was progressing nicely and times when I felt progress was slow.  It true I can always say I am a work in progress, it’s a great quote we are all a work in progress.

THE EXCUSE

The problem is we can hide behind this quote, it can become the worlds biggest excuse, one instead of using as a genuine reason, we use to cover up the fact we aren’t even trying. 

When things are half done, half built, it’s true we can call them a work in progress, that’s what they are.  But when left and untouched, when actually the work has just stopped, it not really progressing, because nothing is happening, we still call it a work in progress, but why?  There is no work going on and therefore no progress.

I know I’ve used this quote as an excuse, too many times, without justification, I’ve just not been working, I was standing still expecting everything to change around me.

We can stare at the lump of clay all day, but it won’t change,
not unless we put our hands to the wheel, get dirty and start working it!

I know last November I had to stop working, my progress all stopped, instead I slipped back in some ways.  I can’t really put my finger on one single reason, there were a multitude of reasons.

Had I really stopped working before everything collapsed, I don’t think so, I believe I was working hard, but not actually in the right way.  Sometime we can make hard work for ourselves, or try to carry to much, we overload ourselves until we start to drop everything, then it all hits the floor and smashes into one big mess.

Distractions also come into the equation, keep your eye on the clay you are working, a distraction takes your focus off your hands and the work before you.

Complacency can also come into effect, we just get to familiar, we just keep doing the same old things, never actually working to improve anything, just doing our everyday thing, taking the easy way, one involving minimum effort.

Back in November I made everything so much harder to carry, I added weight to everything, until I couldn’t carry them any more, I was struggling under the weight of everything, until I could go on no more, I fell and everything dropped to the floor.

I had to stop working, I couldn’t move forward any more, I had to rest.  Progress had to stop while I rested for a while, brushed myself off and tidied up everything that had fallen, reorganising them all into something I could carry again when it was time to stand up and start progressing once more.

I don’t think it’s wrong to stop and rest every now and again, I feel we have to, sometimes it’s a necessity.  Tiredness is also a recipe for disaster, it can destroy so much of what we have already built.

I know I have drifted a little in the last couple of months, I feel I was ready to start progressing again some time ago, I should have started working again to make progress.  So now I know it’s time to start working once more, to pick up the pot again and start working it, start progressing it, to remould it.

It’s true I am a work in progress, but I’m determined not to hide behind it anymore, not to use it as an excuse, it’s impossible to progress without work, simply put….

 I HAVE TO WORK IN ORDER TO PROGRESS

I’ve been carried enough, there has been one set of footsteps in the sand for far too long, it’s time to set my feet down upon the sand and start walking alongside God once again.

BROKEN BONES by REV THEORY
Walking a fine line between wrong and right
And I know…
There is a part of me that I try to hide
But I can’t win
And I can’t fight
I keep holding on too tight
Running away from the world outside

Now I am calling
Hoping you’ll hear me
We all need somebody
To believe in something
And I won’t fear this
When I am falling
We all need somebody
That can mend… These broken bones

Caught in the confines of the simple life
And I am…
Holding my head high in the rising tide
And I can’t win
And I can’t fight
I keep holding on too tight
Running away from the world outside

Now I am calling
Hoping you’ll hear me
We all need somebody
To believe in something
And I won’t fear this
When I am falling
We all need somebody
That can mend… These broken bones

But Oh
Yeah

I’m not coming home now
I know…
I’m so far away
So far from home
I’m not coming home now
I know…
I’m so far away
I’m so far away

And I can’t win
And I can’t fight
I keep holding on too tight

Now I am calling
Hoping you’ll hear me
We all need somebody
To believe in something
And I won’t fear this
When I am falling
We all need somebody
That can mend… These broken bones

And I can’t win
And I can’t fight
I keep holding on too tight
Running away from the world outside

And I can’t win
And I can’t fight
I keep holding on too tight
Running away from the world outside