...On the wall, sometimes I feel pretty, other times I feel small... This is the layered me. The writer. The mother. The daughter, sister. The giver. The friend. These words are candid musings of my reflection. The confused me. The angry me. The happy me. The excited me. Pieces of me trying to recognize the God in me...
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Balancing Act
Sometimes I make excuses. Sometimes I'm lazy. Sometimes I procrastinate.
I'm a single mother of one 2 year old daughter (a FT job), I work FT and am enrolled in a Master's program PT. My day begins at 5 a.m. and "ends" at 9 p.m. My previous past-time include reading, writing poetry and listening to music. This new found lifestyle leaves me time to read only the pages of Parenting Magazine. Or, my eyes peruse the pages of any websites geared at figuring how to get your toddler to eat vegetables. My poetry is few and far-between. And whereas I used to be the one my friends turned to for the latest and greatest, the newest and most innovative musical artists, my selection is outdated and I find myself getting jealous at the fact that my Pandora radio found an artist before I did!
I don't have much of a social life...maybe that's why this blog thing seems only natural since it allows me to live a pseudo-social life lol. I'd love to get married and have more babies one day, but not before God says it's my time, and not a minute sooner! (And please God, not a minute later :/) You think a lot about time when you very little of it, it seems.
I think of my friends everyday. Those as far West as L.A. and as far South as Georgia. I think about those close to me too, whom I still never see for reasons listed above in the first sentence. I'd like to spend more time with them. Then, my mind wanders to a paper that's due, shopping I need to do for the kid, my budget I set for the month...all convincing myself why I should stay in and watch Princess and the Frog for the 672nd time.
It's a balancing act, I suppose. My prayer life is not where it should be and I go days without reading my Bible. So, sometimes I fall off the balance beam. Other times, it's just a stumble or stutter, and I gather my composure and stand tall, better fit to take on the next day. My balancing act falters for reasons already mentioned: excuses, laziness, procrastination. God willing, I'll get a chance to get it right tomorrow.
I'm a single mother of one 2 year old daughter (a FT job), I work FT and am enrolled in a Master's program PT. My day begins at 5 a.m. and "ends" at 9 p.m. My previous past-time include reading, writing poetry and listening to music. This new found lifestyle leaves me time to read only the pages of Parenting Magazine. Or, my eyes peruse the pages of any websites geared at figuring how to get your toddler to eat vegetables. My poetry is few and far-between. And whereas I used to be the one my friends turned to for the latest and greatest, the newest and most innovative musical artists, my selection is outdated and I find myself getting jealous at the fact that my Pandora radio found an artist before I did!
I don't have much of a social life...maybe that's why this blog thing seems only natural since it allows me to live a pseudo-social life lol. I'd love to get married and have more babies one day, but not before God says it's my time, and not a minute sooner! (And please God, not a minute later :/) You think a lot about time when you very little of it, it seems.
I think of my friends everyday. Those as far West as L.A. and as far South as Georgia. I think about those close to me too, whom I still never see for reasons listed above in the first sentence. I'd like to spend more time with them. Then, my mind wanders to a paper that's due, shopping I need to do for the kid, my budget I set for the month...all convincing myself why I should stay in and watch Princess and the Frog for the 672nd time.
It's a balancing act, I suppose. My prayer life is not where it should be and I go days without reading my Bible. So, sometimes I fall off the balance beam. Other times, it's just a stumble or stutter, and I gather my composure and stand tall, better fit to take on the next day. My balancing act falters for reasons already mentioned: excuses, laziness, procrastination. God willing, I'll get a chance to get it right tomorrow.
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)