Finding Momentum

It’s been a heck­uva week. Things have been mov­ing quickly. There are events to plan and attend. Work has been pil­ing higher. Group projects are sched­ul­ing them­selves in (I’m in three this semes­ter). Life, well, life is life: My car bat­tery died, I lost my wal­let and all my credit cards and ID. I’ve been sleep­ing a bit less–those late nights in Soda Hall are tak­ing their toll. Things would, at first glance, suck.

I haven’t found myself stressed. I’m really happy. No joke.

I think it’s some­thing about per­spec­tive. Some­thing about remind­ing your­self, “hey, I’ve got a roof over my head and easy access to food and amaz­ing friends and fam­ily and a good heav­enly dad.” I have so many gifts; so many things I don’t deserve at all.

It’s about mak­ing pri­or­i­ties and keep­ing them. Admit­tedly, I’m ter­ri­ble at this. But I think when life gets crazy you have to choose what is most impor­tant to you and stick to ‘em. For me, that’s time kick­ing it with the Father. That’s hav­ing time to spend with Sarah. That’s vow­ing to eat my meals at reg­u­lar hours.

On the flip side, that means not burn­ing the can­dle at both ends to get that CS project turned in. That means say­ing no to peo­ple and being okay with ask­ing for more time.

So much of life is about bal­ance (and some things are not–some you must go all out for. More on that in a bit). All this to say that I’ve been good. I’d like to be more reg­u­lar about writ­ing. I hope you’ll stick with me on this journey.