You know the moms with the planners; the crazy organized, perfectly scheduled kind? They absolutely amaze and intrigue me! I, unfortunately, didn’t get that gene, but I’m finding more and more that I need one! See, I could get away with my disorganized chaos so much better when I was younger, before I was married; before I had kids. It was just my sanity it affected. Now, with the husband and three small kids, I’m having to rethink how I go about my day; how my choices effect them.
There’s so many things I want to do, to be a part of, but most of the time I can’t figure out how to fit one more thing in or the thought of one more thing just overwhelms me. Now, I agree that many times our lives our filled with business and chaos that we just don’t need, but that’s not what I’m talking about here. I’m talking about just finding time for the things that mean something to you; the things you’re passionate about or that you feel called to do at this moment in time, but are struggling to make room for. I feel like many of my weeks are spent running around from chore to chore, errand to errand, putting out fires ALL OVER THE PLACE, doing multiple things at once and forgetting what I was doing to begin with and rarely sitting down until after the kids are in bed. Anyone? Anyone? Well then, lie to me – tell me you’ve done this too and I’m not alone! Continue reading
Have you ever been at the gym, running on the treadmill or maybe over in the weights section and reached that place in your workout where everything inside you is saying,”Stop What You Are Doing To Me!” Minutes ago things were fine, you were working hard but your body was working with you to make it happen. Before you know it though, your mind and body have taken two different courses.
At that moment you have two choices: 1. Quit or 2. Press On
I can say that in the workout scenario, I’ve taken both options. Unfortunately in life, I have taken both options too. I’d like to tell you I’ve never quit something before I should or that I never sabotaged myself so that “I was no longer allowed” to continue, but I can’t say that. There have been many times in my life where quitting just made things easier, or so I thought. That short-term relief of being done with something hard or seemingly insurmountable so often turned to regret for the immature decision to quit. Continue reading