Well, I have now lived through the first full week of all four of my kids being in school all day long. I've imagined how I'd use the time--following Flylady with dedication, writing a couple of hours each day on my book, taking care of my calling, among other things. Then the week comes and this how it has gone.
Monday--I had quite a sore throat and stuffy head, but I did Flylady and worked on my book.
Tuesday--The sore throat was worse, the stuffy head was hurting so badly, and my voice was going, but I did Flylady and I wrote.
Wednesday--I was so miserable, I didn't do Flylady and I didn't write.
Thursday--I went to the doctor and learned I had bronchitis and strep throat. I didn't do Flylady and I didn't write.
Friday--I didn't do Flylady and I didn't write.
It has been a very successful week, as you can see. It never seems to fail. When I make a serious goal of some kind, I am thrown off the tracks, often by something over which I have no control. In my disappointment at not fulfilling my goal this week, I realized that I need to recognize the source of my self brow-beating. Satan wants me to give up on the goals. I wonder if Satan is capable of being behind the sickness this week that threw me off course.
Anyway, tonight I'm resolving not to let thoughts of disappointment and discouragement sway me from my goals. I want to have a clean and organized home and I've found Flylady to be the best way for someone like me to fulfill that goal. I want to be published, and I know the only way to do that is to produce and send out material to publishers. So next week, I will do better and instead of getting discouraged if I stumble, I'll pick myself up and continue. My expectation shouldn't be perfection--it should be improvement.
I wish I wasn't such an all or nothing person. I need to learn to do my best, and even if it isn't perfect, if it's my best, I need to be happy with that.
So here are the ramblings of a medicated person. I don't know if they make sense. Maybe tomorrow, I'll read this and take it off the blog because of incomprehensibility. But in the meantime, my goal is to do my best and not let thoughts of discouragement get to me. Next week will be better!
Friday, September 21, 2007
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
A Comment on My Song Choice
This song is called "Slipping Through My Fingers." I first heard the song when I was in high school and my best friend, Elaine Rawlins, gave me the album (yes, I said album) for my birthday. I loved this song the first time I heard it.
As the years have passed, I've been blessed with four beautiful children. Every year, as they start school, I think of this song. I take out the CD (I replaced the album some years ago) and listen to this song. Now, it makes me cry. Bruce started high school this year. Joseph will be gone all day and I feel them slipping through my fingers. The song speaks of a girl, but I feel this way about all four of my kids. I'm sure almost every Mom that listens to the song knows what I'm talking about.
I know it's corny, but sometimes I am corny, so here are the words:
Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness
And I have to sit down for a while
The feeling that Im losing her forever
And without really entering her world
Im glad whenever I can share her laughter
That funny little girl
Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see whats in her mind
Each time I think Im close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table
Barely awake, I let precious time go by
Then when shes gone theres that odd melancholy feeling
And a sense of guilt I cant deny
What happened to the wonderful adventures
The places I had planned for us to go
Well, some of that we did but most we didnt
And why I just dont know
CHORUS
Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time
Slipping through my fingers...
Schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
As the years have passed, I've been blessed with four beautiful children. Every year, as they start school, I think of this song. I take out the CD (I replaced the album some years ago) and listen to this song. Now, it makes me cry. Bruce started high school this year. Joseph will be gone all day and I feel them slipping through my fingers. The song speaks of a girl, but I feel this way about all four of my kids. I'm sure almost every Mom that listens to the song knows what I'm talking about.
I know it's corny, but sometimes I am corny, so here are the words:
Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness
And I have to sit down for a while
The feeling that Im losing her forever
And without really entering her world
Im glad whenever I can share her laughter
That funny little girl
Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see whats in her mind
Each time I think Im close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table
Barely awake, I let precious time go by
Then when shes gone theres that odd melancholy feeling
And a sense of guilt I cant deny
What happened to the wonderful adventures
The places I had planned for us to go
Well, some of that we did but most we didnt
And why I just dont know
CHORUS
Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time
Slipping through my fingers...
Schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
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