hour

It's crazy the difference an hour makes. I woke up this morning at 3:45, which was bad news seeing as I had just gone to bed 4 hours earlier. I laid in bed trying to go back to sleep for another hour. Then, when I realized it was a quarter til five, I felt OK about getting up. That, somehow, seemed like a reasonable hour. A quarter til 4 did not.

So, here I am, awake in the wee hours, figuring I might as well be productive. I think all the tasks swirling around in my head are part of the reason I did not fall back to sleep. Bummer. In any case, it is now six and I have already checked a few things off of my "to do" list.

I made pretty good progress yesterday on the calendar. After about six hours of staring intensely at my computer screen I was feeling a bit fried, so I grabbed my camera and headed out to do a few errands before supper. One of which was to actually find supper. I tried to get a few shots that I still need for the calendar, and stumbled across a guy grilling fish (red snapper I think?) to sell. Mr. and I have frequently talked trying this street-side vendor, and since I was there and lots of other places are closed for the holiday, it seemed like the time was right to give it a shot.

Unfortunately, it was a little disappointing. The guy's coals must have been too hot, because when we got it home we found the outside was a bit crispy burnt, but the inside was not quite cooked through. :-(

Fortunately, we had also gotten a soup to add to the meal, so we didn't go hungry.

I am struggling a bit to maintain balance while getting this calendar project done. In my younger days I used to focus wholeheartedly on the task at hand, often to the detriment of every-day, ordinary tasks. (You know, like housework, eating, bathing, sleeping…) (OK, just kidding about the bathing.) (Mostly.) But the older I get the more I like balance, order and rhythm to my life. The little things have become more important in my eyes, and I am loathe to let them slip for the sake of a big project. Even just for a short time. It makes me feel frazzled and icky.

And so, my dilemma today: Do I stop working on the calendar long enough to make time to fix a crock pot meal for supper tonight? Also, how do I work in time with God this week? I know, He is the priority; everything else should come second. But there's this deadline…  God somehow seems more flexible. ??? And yet, why do I think things have to happen according to this timeline that I have fixed in my head? I'm needing some wisdom for this one.

But for now it's gentle yoga for me, then out to shoot more photos and on to a meeting at 8. Maybe the questions will answer themselves as I move through the day.