Guess what I did yesterday?
After starting my day with a steaming hot cup of coffee and a legit Quiet Time, I exercised, cleaned two bathrooms, responded to five emails, made an appointment (on the phone!), worked in the yard, showered, organized my laundry/storage room (a task I put off for months, thinking it was impossible—come to find out, it only took an hour and a half), finished an essay, folded laundry, made dinner, and played with my kids. Oh, and I unloaded the dishwasher, too.
I owned yesterday. I was yesterday’s Boss.
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Like an unexpected afternoon thunderstorm, yesterday was a surprising deluge of productivity.
“Does anyone else ever feel like they stink at this whole Adulting thing and get nothing done, like ever?” This initial query, sent from a high school girlfriend, started a volley of texts between a small group of us who’ve known each other for two decades.
I expected my friends to say, Nah, I pretty much crush every day. But instead, all of them (from the physician to the teacher, from the stay-at-home-mom to the one with a furry child) had the same answer.
Yes. There isn’t enough time.
Yes. We’re all juggling (and dropping balls).
Yes. We feel pulled in opposite directions.
But how is this possible? How can these women I’ve grown up with—women I love, respect, and know get things done—all feel like me? How is it that none of us feel like we have enough time—in general, to do what we need to do, and specifically, in order to nourish our body and souls, to do what we like?
… to read the rest of this essay, please go to Coffee+Crumbs —which, by the way, (I haven’t mentioned it yet) is a new home of mine!! I was asked to be a part of their writing team last month, and I’m thrilled beyond words (go figure) to be a part of this group of women who want want to honor God and honor motherhood through their writing. Thanks for being a part of my journey!
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