Full-time

Merriam-Webster’s 2nd definition of full-time is : devoting one’s full attention and energies to something.

I am fully devoted to learning how to love and live well. But the thing is – I am a work-in-progress. I always will be. Nevertheless, I have something to share about what I’ve learned so far.

I’m a wife and mother of three teenagers. I also have a full-time job that I get paid to do. I’m an accountant at a construction company and I love it. I want to do it all well and I get it right sometimes. Mostly, I get it wrong and I write so that you don’t have to. But if you do get it wrong maybe you won’t be as hard on yourself because I did too.

There are moments when I’m in awe of my wonderful life….grateful and overjoyed and content. In other moments…..I’m restless, underjoyed and wondering what the heck I’m doing.

I want to live an abundant life. With a husband, 3 teens, too many bills, and a few dreams how do I do that? How do I love the people in my life well, take care of my responsibilities, pursue my dreams, and live life to the fullest? There’s no secret formula or “one-size-fits all” answer. So I learn as I go. The full life I want is in the things I do everyday. My relationships, the choices I make, the conversations, and my attitude.

The restlessness, this “divine discontent”, keeps me seeking, moves me forward and is where the abundant life is found. The journey and the searching make the mundane meaningful, the routine rich, and everyday extraordinary.

So I do it all full-time with all of my heart.

Throw yourselves wholeheartedly and full-time—into God’s way of doing things. Romans 6:12

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “All About Me.”

Anything

My “to do” list for the weekend wasn’t long.

  • Go to the grocery store.  Like the “load down the cart” kind.   Done.  My husband does a lot of this lately but my family says I do it better.
  • Actually do something with the food I buy at the grocery store and cook a great meal.  Done.  This made my family very happy.
  • Finish addressing our son’s graduation announcements.  Done.
  • Reconcile our bank account.   Done.  And to the penny…..in an Excel spreadsheet.   I love it.  I’m an accountant, people.
  • Trim the hedge and cut the dead branch out of the cedar tree.  Done. My husband finished this because he’s taller.
  • Post on my blog. There’s no “done” here.

On my drive to work this morning, I was thinking of the one thing that I hadn’t checked off the weekend “to do” list.  It bothered me terribly.  It didn’t matter that I’d accomplished way more than what was on the list.

I cooked and cleaned. I visited the neighbors, talked with my kids, and washed five loads of clothes.

I played with the dog, trained to increase my 5K speed, pulled weeds, and watched two great movies.

Folded clothes.

Piled the clothes in front of the appropriate doors so the owners would put the clothes away.

I laughed with my husband.

Had a nice lunch with my mother-in-law on Mother’s Day.

I did hundreds of things this weekend.  But all I could think about was the one thing undone.  My blog.

I want to write.  But I can’t push “pause” on every other part of my life so I can blog.  I do close myself off in my room to write but the interruptions come.  I’m distracted.  My son has a question.  My daughter’s boyfriend comes to visit.  My husband wants me to look at something. And then I stop my writing to be with them.

I’m still a wife and mother. A friend and a mentor. A sister. An employee.

But if I could just post something……anything on my blog.

Then I could check off the last thing on my list.

Well, here it is:

ANYTHING.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Those Dishes Won’t Do Themselves.”