Why do I seem to enjoy spending a couple of hours late at night grocery shopping at the mammoth W store (no, not Wal-Mart) and then start to put the goods away less than an hour before midnight? Another excursion last night. But I’m glad it is done, though confined to the notion that, with my family size and its needs (gluten allergies), I am spending at or around 3 Benjamins.
And why does life have to be so complicated? Do we make it complicated? I have things to do, things I need to do, bills to pay, bills to dispute, doctors to see, a job to do, two business ventures I need to do, grad school to do, daily newspapers that pile up, books that I struggle to finish, 600 other books I want to read, church, church groups and events to attend, the kids to Awanas, cleaning, baking, cooking (well, not me), eating, sleeping, exercise that I should do, the oil in both of my vehicles that needs to be changed, blah, blah, blah. Isn’t there a better way to go about this? I am not an organized person, per se, but I’m wondering if being organized, proactive, prompt and just generally on top of things would make life less complicated. I dunno.
I have no answers for you… But I do have a newspaper from last Sunday that is begging to be read.
By: Epijunky on February 5, 2009
at 10:23 pm