Sometimes I Don't Days

There are just days that "I don't..."

I don't want to think, work, clean house, the list goes on and on. I'd rather be listening to music, planting flowers, spending time with my family, travelling to faraway places or just a new park. All great things…not always the priority.

There are, however, the days we are inspired to climb mountains (even if it is the mountain of laundry) and conquer the world. The to-do list is all checked off by the evening; quite a feeling of accomplishment is enjoyed. As the old standard says, "What a difference a day makes."

Why the differences? Our situations change…the dynamics of our lives. We experience pendulum shifts. But if you think about it, the clock keeps on ticking … as long as the pendulum is swinging.

We know what to do when it’s an “I’m invincible” day, but what about the others? Choices! Do I want scrambled eggs and toasted bread or granola with sliced banana? What do I want to achieve? Am I challenging myself with new endeavors? Is my pendulum in motion?

This is a rather rambling blog with lots of questions and not many answers. A few thoughts: stay interested, stay connected and stay involved.

“I am with you heart and soul…” 1 Samuel 14:7

Missy

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