My days fly by. I guess that's a good sign. I guess it means I'm interested and focused. Or it could be that old adage that life is like a roll of toilet paper...the closer you get to the end the faster it goes. Dragon slaying has become a daily habit, and I usually get to cross one long-standing item off the "to do" list. This week it's been financial aid forms for the kids' colleges. Last week it was taxes. I may actually take out the vacuum this weekend, but that might be aiming a little high.
For about an hour after Himself goes out the door I have the house to myself again. The clock ticks louder than I remember, and the place feels empty. How did I do this every day while the kids were in school? How did I fill the void? It certainly wasn't with house cleaning. It's been so many years since I've needed to be this organized. The more I have to do, the more "extras" I squeeze in here and there before collapsing in a lump. Still in the back of my head is that little voice that says "Not enough, not enough" and in my stomach is that lurching, roller-coaster feeling that time is growing short. Ultimately everyone's time here is short, and whether we live to be 20 or 99, there is never enough time to squeeze it all in. Luckily, I know this is only the prelude. But faith in a loving God aside, it's still time to take my shower and head out the door with my war-paint on and to spread a little kindness in the world. It needs it, and it baffles me how many people are shocked to find it.
For about an hour after Himself goes out the door I have the house to myself again. The clock ticks louder than I remember, and the place feels empty. How did I do this every day while the kids were in school? How did I fill the void? It certainly wasn't with house cleaning. It's been so many years since I've needed to be this organized. The more I have to do, the more "extras" I squeeze in here and there before collapsing in a lump. Still in the back of my head is that little voice that says "Not enough, not enough" and in my stomach is that lurching, roller-coaster feeling that time is growing short. Ultimately everyone's time here is short, and whether we live to be 20 or 99, there is never enough time to squeeze it all in. Luckily, I know this is only the prelude. But faith in a loving God aside, it's still time to take my shower and head out the door with my war-paint on and to spread a little kindness in the world. It needs it, and it baffles me how many people are shocked to find it.
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