I don't feel like writing today.
I don't feel like going out this morning.
I don't feel like putting on my habit in order to go out.
No one will miss my effort, truly. Maybe I'll just skip it all.
Except--when my toddler rushes in, newly awake and crying for reasons that aren't apparent, and she clings to me for comfort, the acedia demon vanishes.
One of the most counter-cultural (and counter-egoistic) insights I'm learning to accept and embrace as a Benedictine is this: it's not about me and what I want to do or don't want to do in a given moment. I am called to act in certain ways at certain times. I have agreed, by making certain commitments rather than others (or rather than making none at all), to do so. As long as I am well and able, my role is to do what I've promised to do, regardless of how I feel about it in a particular moment, and regardless of whether I'll be noticed for it.
May my actions be free from the whims of my momentary desires so I can fulfill my call in the ever-present here and now.