Well, it's Saturday night, my husband and I are lounging in bed watching Planet Earth, eating yummies, and all I can think about is how I don't want to go to work Monday morning. Pathetic, I know.
But do you know why I so don't want to work? Not because I hate my job. Not because I hate getting up early Monday morning. I don't want to work because I feel like there are so many other more useful things I could be doing at home.
As it is now, I only have Saturday and Tuesdays free. Tuesday AM begins with Bible study a good thirty minutes away from my house; Saturday begins with yoga also not near home. I grocery shop, visit family, lunch with a friend--all for convenience's sake, since I am already in that part of town. So what ends up happening? I stay up late so that I can get stuff done around the house.
I want to write. I want to be able to cultivate some more freelance work--enough to live off of. I know it's possible. I wonder if that's part of the Lord's plan.
But for now, I'm sleepy. Thank you, Lord, for today. Yesterday is gone, tomorrow is not guaranteed.
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