We should remind ourselves every morning without fail just how expansive the God Of The Universe is and that before he spun, this short existence that seems so significant, he spent eternity thinking of each of us. One by one, he considered the part you would play, he considered the ripples you would make. So this day let the chisels and hammers crash into the marble. Let the strokes of paint cover the canvas. For every seemingly mundane task you perform could be done within the course of the stars and angles.
That spread sheet is not a spread sheet. That email is not an email. That meeting, deal, crying child, laundry, dish, clogged toilet, or cup of coffee are not what they seem.