Sometimes I get too busy. I say yes when I should say no, and I try to do too much. There, I've said it. I am not Superwoman, even though I often try to convince myself that I am.
My "real" job is senior editor for an advertising agency, where I often log in more than the standard 40 hours per week. Due to the nature of the business (i.e., creative people have a hard time letting go of a project they are working on and push the deadline to the last possible second), I often find myself bringing work home in the evening. I'm also a frequent speaker at various women's events around the country, and so I travel a fair amount. My favorite "hobby" is photography, and over the last year or so, I've found myself shooting senior portraits and several weddings. And, I'm always writing ... articles, blogs, my next book, etc.
Most of the time, I do a good job of keeping all the balls in the air. But then there are the times when I get sick, and I can't do anything except whine and moan and beg my children to take care of me. Or, as is the case this summer, I have to take care of the yard. All by myself, with no sons living at home any longer.
I spent most of yesterday and a good part of this afternoon working in the yard. Mowing, weeding, cleaning out the fence line, trimming trees and spreading mulch. Tonight, even my feet hurt. But my yard looks beautiful. My flowers on the deck are an explosion of color, and my tomato plants have blooms.
Being busy is good as long as I keep my focus where it should be, as long as I don't allow being busy to overshadow what is most important in my life ... loving God and loving people.
So now, this blog is finished, and I'm off to read my Bible and go to bed. After I take a couple of ibuprofen ...
