(yes, I purposely dressed Emma and I in animal prints on our return flight. We’re twins with our necklaces too.)
I’ve never had a problem with wanting to get lots of things accomplished. I’m one of those (few) persons who could happily do mostly nothing and not have it bother me. The laundry, dishes or emails don’t bother and nag me. Eh. It hasn’t been important for me to got to sleep feeling like I accomplished something. Like that list of to-do’s is being checked off.
I actually like adding to lists.
And I shudder when someone asks me what I ‘accomplished’ today. It’s a ‘ping’ word for me and I could go on a soap box.
But about a week ago God has been talking to me about this subject and finishing things. As in starting a project and actually finishing it. Yes, today I can stall with the gardening outside cause it’s pouring, but actual important jobs can not be procrastinated. I tend to revolt when I feel like someone is expecting me to get something finished. It back fires.
I have started a calender. It is only for me. (Travis HATES paper calendars) I write with rainbow markers and draw faces on it. I make it something I actually don’t mind seeing everyday. And it’s everyday because everything I need to know is on this list. Little things from laundry to emails to required reading to free time (important!) to coffee times.
Here’s hoping I begin to like accomplishing more than I’m used to accomplishing.