I'm having one of those days - the kind where it's like you're on an inclined treadmill set on high. You're going as fast as you can and still keep losing ground. That's me. And I can't seem to get off. I've even slowed down to reassess and chucked all the plans that weren't on my immediate to do list and didn't have any sense of urgency. I'm only attending to what must be done. But none of it is cooperating and getting done easily. So what am I missing? Why is it all taking twice the time necessary when I only have half as much time as I need?
A pastor at my old church once talked about a mechanic he knew. This mechanic knew he was living right and pleasing God when his business brought in a lot of "gravy" jobs - those jobs that paid well but took little work. When he'd gotten off track with God those jobs would dry up and he'd get a lot of time-consuming, low paying jobs.
Except I don't think that paradigm fits my day. It started it off well with a good half-hour quiet time where I really felt connected with God. And my morning with the kids was fine. Time with the uber-princess was peachy. But all the projects and chores I've tried to tackle have gone painfully slow and somewhat awry.
And now the fish is sick. I think he's got Ick and my daughter blames it on me not taking good care of him.
I'm glad every day has only 24 hours. I might wish for more time to get stuff done, but I don't think that would help. It's better to get off this crazy thing and start new tomorrow. In the meantime, we'll have leftovers for dinner, get the fish some medicine and try not to pull any muscles attempting to stay on this speeding treadmill.
Epilogue: We ate leftovers. The day wound down and I regained my focus.Now it's Thursday morning and the fish is barely living.