Megan says she misses me. And being as Megan is my very bestest cyber friend, I better do something about it. Trouble is, I'm swamped. And not in that I-have-so-frickin-much-I-gotta-do kind of swamped. It's more of that, I-have-so-frickin-much-I-wanna-do kind of swamped. When I get in this mode of wanting to do it all, that tiny little mind o' mine turns to mush. (Actually, it's more like quicksand because every train of thought sinks.)
So what do I want to say today? (I still don't know!)
I can start by saying the photography workshop was a success. In all of my short 25 years (hehehe), I've yet to have more fun learning. It was a weekend of high-energy, soak-it-up fun. In the market for a photography workshop? Watch Nichole Van. She'll be issuing more workshops soon.
After coming home, I was ready to pursue the photography thing aggressively. Until now, I let the business trickle in, without searching out potential customers or marketing myself. Now? I'm hungry to take pictures. Hungry. Hungry. Hungry.
Trouble is... I'm swamped (member?)
Sunday evening, I came clean to Spouse. "Something's gotta go," I told him.
"What do you want to give up?" He asked.
"I cannot decide. I should put all my extra curriculars in a bowl and draw one out at random."
"You'd leave it to chance?" Spouse said.
"Might have to. Beats making a decision."
And so I created the list of extra-curriculars, so that I could type each one up onto a piece of paper and put it in a dish. What was on this list? Why... let me tell you!
Running, laundry, showering, wearing makeup, going to church, blogging, e-mail, the tax job (which incidentally is bashing me in the face with busy right now), vacations, Yahoo #1, watching TV, hat making, yard work, movies, retrieving the mail, mountain biking, lunching with friends, organ lessons, Yahoo #2, owning a car. The list could go on and on.
With that burdensome list clogging the nerves that control relaxation, I remembered that I hadn't done my visiting teaching in a couple months (visiting teaching is a religious ritual that I subscribe to - wherein I visit three women each month to ensure they're doing okay.)
I was feeling bad for not visiting. So I baked some bread and ran it over to their respective houses. Without revealing more than is necessary, lets just say that one of those loaves of bread was not welcomed warmly. I got an earful of chastisement for not coming around and helping her through the last few months. Told me not to come back.
I drove home, cried to Spouse with words of "I'm tryin" and stuff.
Then I put that lady's name on a colored piece of paper, scrunched it up and loaded it into my get-rid-of-stuff bowl. (The colored and scrunching will make it easy to pick.)
Not what Jesus would do, is it? Nope... Repent.