I am afraid of each new task, each new obligation. On learning of them, I respond with dread and woe, even when the chores are simple.
This is my companion, sloth, visiting. Idleness calls. I shun effort. I work grudgingly, under half steam.
And yet, each moment must be lived through.
Lord, grant me the willingness to inhabit my moments and to do what is before me.
(Letter #1,759)
Daily Letters to God 