Each day I’m getting further and further behind. I’m sure you know the feeling of not knowing when – or how – you’ll get around to doing what you’ve missed, much less what you’ve got on your plate for the coming week.
I’ve been fighting a lie for the past week or so, wrestling with my thoughts on how small changes affect outcomes in a big way. More specifically, I’ve bought into the lie that changes must be grand and dramatic in order to be effective.
My family traveled to Nashville on Wednesday afternoon and back on Friday evening. As with any Justus League excursion, we had a great time and packed a lot into the two day trip. The drive itself takes just over 3 hours from where we live, depending on traffic and how optional the driver considers the speed limit.
My office is currently experiencing what we in the south call second winter. This phenomenon occurs when a facility sets the air conditioning on arctic levels. While the guys who work outside in jeans and boots are comfortable when they return to the office, those of us stuck inside all day freeze.
This morning, for the first time, I felt truly like I’ve found my way in the writing project I joined earlier in the year.
I started blogging in 2008 with the intent on writing my love story with Mr. Right. A few months after our wedding, I began training for my first 5K and religiously tracking my food. As a result, I have pages and pages on my first blog of “Weigh-In Wednesday” posts.
Jay recently started a new strategy to work toward a healthy life, and I’m trying to draw inspiration from his progress. He gets embarrassed when I share, but I’m so proud of him – how he dropped a bad habit and replaced it with a healthy one all in the course of a week – I struggle to stay silent.
This past weekend my extended family celebrated two milestones – the second in honor of the first. My parents celebrated their 45th wedding anniversary, and wanted their branch of the family tree to join them.
My love of hiking began taking trips with my parents over a decade ago. Kelly, my sister, must have been away at college, because I only remember the 3 of us going on hikes.
Seeking to restore my sanity and refocus my thoughts towards writing, I attempt to find a quiet place to write at my local library.