Every year I promise myself to start on January 1 to work on things and fill a tote for year-end. So far, I have never even begun on that day. I have had friends in the past who did manage it, and happily unpacked their gifts from their stash in December.
I am financially-challenged so I have a wonderful excuse for avoiding that madding crowd at the malls and shopping centers. And I don't believe that expensive gifts are the best gifts. I've always tried to suit a gift, no matter how small, to the person on my list.
But I keep forgetting that making things means finding time. Now, time is the other commodity, aside from funds, that I usually find in short supply.
That said, I am also very grateful for all the things on my plate. A friend and I were discussing that the other day. Having something on our plates, no matter how trivial it might sound to others, gives us a purpose for each day.
Our to-do lists challenge us to get out of bed, get dressed (sometimes), and do something.
I know too many folks who are bored with their lives. I cannot ever see that happening to me. And you wanna know something? I don't ever want it to happen.
Lord, thank you for all the little challenges and projects you send my way. I love doing things for you. And I love having a reason to get up each morning. Yep, you know very well that I sometimes complain to the cat that I cannot possibly get this or that done on a particular day. But when I ask for your help and guidance, you always let me know which matters are most important at that moment. Thank you!