My life is busy, as I'm sure yours is as well. I wear the hat of many people: wife, mom, Christ follower, business owner, leader, a horrible chef...you get it. I'm busy.
But I can 100% say that my time management skills are the worst I've ever seen. No literally, I'm worse than your spouse on Candy Crush when it comes to managing my time. I am not lying when I say that YES I do all the things, but NO I don't do any of them well. It feels like every area of my life is suffering because I can't manage my time well.
I pop on to write an email and I get suckered into 4 other emails that I didn't intend to read/respond too.
I go to get dinner ready and I end up eating a pint of ice cream instead. What the?
I pop on to update my oils Facebook group and I end up reading about Ashton Kutcher and Mila Kunis because THEIR LIFE IS SO IMPORTANT.
Time wasted, but I'm up to date on all my celeb gossip. What the heck, someone remove the FB "trending topics" because this mama ain't got time for that.
Side track (story of my life), but I LI-TRA-LEE don't know how you people with Facebook friends accomplish anything in your life. I have zero friends on there (on purpose, not because I'm lame) and I can't even accomplish what I would like to accomplish in a proper amount of time. Right after I sign on, I forget why I'm there. End side track.
I came into this summer excited for a new season. I was going to get my hiney in gear---exercise more, eat better, meal plan, be nicer to my kids, yell less, organize more...you get it.
And now I'm looking at August 12th and I'm all like "uh closet? Can you PLEASE organize yourself? Why do I know about every celebrity breakup but my closet is still dirty?"
But really though, I may have failed at getting it all together this summer and every season in my life, but what I'm constantly being reminded of is that I DON'T HAVE TO HAVE IT ALL TOGETHER. And neither do you.
I'll happily take all of your time management skillz that you'd like to dish out, but I'm also walking around knowing and believing that Jesus died on the cross for me. For you. And not so that we can be perfect. We aren't meant to be perfect, and we need to remember that. This doesn't mean we can't do things to better ourselves and our family. Listen, we ALL could benefit from some time management skills, and in my case, a chill pill (or 12). But let's remember that we have nothing to prove to God, because we are already loved by him. That's done, and it won't change. We need to stop living in the guilt of not being good enough.
Did this post even make sense? I feel like, as with my life, I was all over the place.
WELCOME TO MY BRAIN.