It seems that I blog at the beginning or middle of the day rather than at the end. It's Sunday morning, and my family is already off to church. Unlike last Sunday, it was a painless experience. I have a stake assignment about 20 minutes away, so I'm in my quiet house. Definition of success: my bag is packed, I'm dressed and made up (INCLUDING brushed teeth!), jewelry and shoes on, and I have a map to my location. And I feel peaceful. I realize that most of my efforts in a day are to achieve this very thing: a feeling of accomplishing a task while remaining happy with my family and with myself. To some of the world, I know that sounds ridiculous. For me, it is so elusive and desirable. I really don't care if I ever sky dive or visit every continent or learn 5 languages. If I can eventually keep an orderly house, a balanced budget, and be cheerful and peaceful while doing it...that's the dream I'm living for, folks. I naturally expect things to fall apart this afternoon when church is over, and I'm trying to prepare post-fasting food, and we are all sleepy. I will spend my drive to and from church trying to set up a plan to avoid that. I wish my secret thoughts were more exotic. Well, sometimes they are: sometimes my plan to get through the day is to run away to Mexico and lay on the beach with a stack of novels and a cooler of frosty beverages, bologna sandwiches, and Cheetos. Ahhh...Cheetos at the beach!
So, here's a question: What would you pack for a day at the beach? I want details, people! I'll post my list later.
1 comment:
Congratulations on the teeth brushing!
I have these thoughts as well, how to accomplish the small menial tasks to add up to a good day. My problem is I really do want to travel every continent and learn 5 languages. And I'm going back to school someday!! I told Brian I will eventually have my PHD. Lofty!
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