This article is part of a series on finding peace in everyday chaos. It may be better to start from the beginning . The conversation was not what I had expected. A routine one-on-one with a team member erupted into a torrent of tears. The last few weeks of their personal life had been a barrage of bad news. Once they started talking, there was no stopping until it was all out. It wasn’t weird. There were no awkward pauses or embarrassed apologies. We just talked. Another time, I sat in adoration and struggled to concentrate. I was frustrated that finding time to write was so difficult. That my precious time in adoration was stolen by petty thoughts about a hobby bugged me even more. Writing was a small part of my life. Why was it consuming me? These very different stories show the strange relationships between our vocations, occupations, and hobbies. We want them to cooperate—or at least coexist—but their natural tendency is to compete. Time spent on my responsibilities as a husband, f...