Here are a few things not-quite-related that flitted through my mind a few mornings ago while I showered. They didn’t necessarily occur to me in this order, and they aren’t listed in any order now:
Before the Year of the Rabbit, I had more time to keep up with my blog. I know I should post entries more often than I currently am, but what’s a reasonable frequency?
Mom was right; the older we get, the faster time goes.
Twenty years ago, if I woke up feeling the way I do now, I’d think I was getting sick. Now, I think I feel healthy.
Ever since the time of Christ, believers have been looking for His return “soon and very soon.” But nearly 2000 years later, that day hasn’t come yet. He’s not bound by time, but we are. We must proclaim the message now, before it’s too late, because now is all we have.
This brings to mind the haunting refrain of a song I heard early in my Christian walk more than three decades ago: “I’ll just relax, I’ve got plenty of time.”
Which brings to mind my beloved but unbelieving husband’s reason for not accepting Christ. He said he didn’t disbelieve the Gospel, but, “I’m not ready for that yet.”
It takes longer to shower when you wake up with stiffness in your back and neck; it’s too much of a temptation to stand and let the hot water massage it.
Why not use 69-cent VO5 shampoo for shampoo, body wash, and shave gel?
Several years ago I discovered that I could recite Hebrews 11 in the length of time it took me to shower.
It might be true that the older we get, the faster time goes, but it’s also true that the older we get, the longer it takes us to accomplish things.
To make sure I fulfill the terms of my publishing contract, I’ve had to become a planner. This is unusual for me. Now I have weekly goals and a schedule mapped out for what I want to accomplish by this date and that. I’ve been keeping up, but it’s been a challenge. I guess that means my goals are sufficiently ambitious without being unrealistic.
The older we get, the faster time goes, the longer it takes us to accomplish things, and the tireder we get doing it. My spell-checker says “tireder” isn’t a word. I don’t care, I’m too tired to change it to “more tired.”
My mom used to say, “The hurrieder I go, the behinder I get.” I try to plan so I don’t have to hurry.
I should not only post blog entries more frequently, but I should also read other writing blogs. Who’s got the time for that?
I spend too much time at a computer and not enough exercising. All I’ve done this winter is pedal on the exercise bike occasionally. I like that because I can get some reading done on it. Recently I think my son moved the seat back so the pedals are uncomfortably far away. Either that, or else my legs shrunk. Maybe from showering too long.
Once spring is here, I’ll be working outside more. That will provide me with the opportunity for exercise, but it will also leave me less time to write. This might mess up my weekly writing goals. I might have to sleep less.
For about a year, I seldom set an alarm clock because I always woke up early without it. I gradually started getting up later and later, until finally I had to start setting a clock. I think the reason I kept getting up later is because I kept going to bed later. There might be a correlation there, but I’m not sure.
I don’t have time to ramble any longer, and you don’t have time to read any more of this drivel.