I've always been a very organized person. Organized with my time, that is, although not with my things.
So I was looking at my schedule. Realizing that I am pushing the edge of emotional exhaustion, needing to find more time to rest, to grieve, to attend one of those grief support groups (understand that none of them are terribly close).
It can't be done. I get home at 7 at night, and go to bed between 9-10. In those hours I eat, blog, and unwind with an hour of television. I NEED to relax at night, or else I don't fall asleep easily.
So in the mornings ... working backwards from leaving for work at 11:45 ... I quit writing at 10:45 to take my shower and eat a good lunch.
I want a minimum of three hours writing time. That means ... at the computer by 7:45 at the latest.
Move forward 9 hours rest (and for now I could use more) from 10 PM: 7 a.m.
That gives me 45 minutes to get out of bed and have my quiet time and maybe throw in a load of laundry.
Really, the only thing with any give is my writing time. But I try to hold that time sacred.
God, teach me to number the hours and minutes aright ... show me when to do and when to be. Teach me to trust You when I feel like I must use every minute to meet deadlines.
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Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Friday, March 28, 2008
Ratrace Speed
I planned to do too much this morning.
On an ordinary day, with ordinary traffic, perhaps I could have managed it. I wanted to drop by the church to pick up a check, go to the funeral home to drop off a letter, and then go to an office supply store to get supplies for scrapbooks. All in an hour and a half. I should have known better.
Nothing has been ordinary since March 17th.
We had to skip the stop at the funeral home. By the time we waited all the way through the cycle of a long traffic light, then waited in a four-car line at MacDonalds for lunch, Mom & I were ready to scream.
I've got to remember. Everything takes longer than I expect it will. Everything takes more energy than it used to. Plan to do less.
It's the first weekend we'll be alone. I am frightened. We usually spent Saturday afternoon and evening with Jolene. Those hours loom in front of me, scaring me, daring me to fill them with something. Anything. Tomorrow night I'll have to tell you how it went.
On an ordinary day, with ordinary traffic, perhaps I could have managed it. I wanted to drop by the church to pick up a check, go to the funeral home to drop off a letter, and then go to an office supply store to get supplies for scrapbooks. All in an hour and a half. I should have known better.
Nothing has been ordinary since March 17th.
We had to skip the stop at the funeral home. By the time we waited all the way through the cycle of a long traffic light, then waited in a four-car line at MacDonalds for lunch, Mom & I were ready to scream.
I've got to remember. Everything takes longer than I expect it will. Everything takes more energy than it used to. Plan to do less.
It's the first weekend we'll be alone. I am frightened. We usually spent Saturday afternoon and evening with Jolene. Those hours loom in front of me, scaring me, daring me to fill them with something. Anything. Tomorrow night I'll have to tell you how it went.
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