Cure for the Common Life
Ever swung a baseball bat or paddled a Ping-Pong ball? If so, you know the oh-so-nice feel of the sweet spot. Life in the sweet spot rolls like the downhill side of a downwind bike ride. But you don’t have to swing a bat or a club to know this. What engineers give sports equipment, God gave you. A zone, a region, a life precinct in which you were made to dwell. He tailored the curves of your life to fit an empty space in his jigsaw puzzle. And life makes sweet sense when you find your spot.
But if you’re like 70 percent of working adults, you haven’t found it. You don’t find meaning in your work, or you don’t believe your talents are used. What can you do? You’re suffering from the common life, and you desperately need a cure.