If you asked me how many consecutive days i’ve blogged or how many total blog posts i’ve written, i couldn’t tell you.
So please hold on a minute while i do some math.
2,487 consecutive days to date
12,435 total blog posts to date
Crazy to remember two things:
Deep down, i didn’t think i could make it 100 straight days.
i never had any intentions of blogging past the 100th day.
Certain life events happen to remind us that we are limited by our beliefs. So be careful what we believe.
On April Fool’s Day 2009, jeff noel began writing five daily, differently-themed blogs (on five different sites). It was to be a 100-day self-imposed “writer’s bootcamp”, in preparation for writing his first book. He hasn’t missed a single day since.
This website is about our home health. To leave this site to read today’s post on my mental attitude website, click here.
A friend is bringing his lovely family from Ohio to Walt Disney World in two weeks. And it is in our trying to schedule time together that a blind spot was revealed just a few minutes ago while waiting for the microwave to finish heating a cup of water.
He’s here for one week. i’m out of town for three days, leaving us four days, including two weekend days, which i try to keep for Family. When you are out of town, your schedule is busier for a few days after you return, simply because you were out of town. You miss three days of normal daily chores. So you add those in upon your return and they appear on days where they normally don’t – so several normal busy days become busier busy days.
i’d like to play it by ear. He’d like to know in advance.
With his visit, time is exceptionally precious because he’s at WDW attempting to make the most of every minute.
On the other hand, i’m at WDW (home) too, but i’m trying to not over schedule my days because too many unexpected things happen. Having white space allows for them.
Was organized enough this morning to do this. To rearrange the morning to allow for a visit to our friend’s house following her email about her husband’s sudden death. (Another friend had sent us an email three days prior asking for prayers – Mike had been admitted to the hospital – but it went to an email address we no longer use)
Sent a reply offering suggestions on how I could help.
Without a reply back, and now 9am, I drove to their home.
Knocking on her door, was afraid because I didn’t know what to say or how to say it. Nor what to do and when to do it.