I used to feel guilty any time I took a break. I mean anytime. Sometimes I felt like I was wasting time that could have been spent on something more “worthwhile.” Other times I suffered from the “why wasn’t this money taken and given to the poor,” syndrome…though my vacations weren’t necessarily spendy. Getting away for a bit to replenish or spend time with the family was apparently fine for everyone else. Rationally, I knew it was OK for me, too. I just didn’t feel like it was OK.
Some of you know what I’m talking about.
Here are some things on my mind this Friday morning: My brain works best with a lot of information flying at it. I’m not the kind of person who has great ideas sitting in the desert or on a beach with mind wandering. But, the shower–I’ve come up with some great ideas in there. And […]
Here are some things on my mind this Friday morning: The Spiveys have returned from a trip to Colorado to spend quality time with Emily’s side of the family. It’s such a blessing to have extended family on both sides of the family you cannot only tolerate, but enjoy. The lowlight of the trip was […]