I was looking back on my previous post - the hopes and dreams I had for this coming year.
We're now almost a quarter of the way through the year and I've not made much progress on the things I said I wanted to accomplish. I haven't started work on my novel...so I'm no closer to getting it finished. But, that's going to change.
I started a new reading challenge - but I'm already 4 books behind schedule. The 70-80 books I want to read this year may or may not happen. But, if I can finish writing my novel, I'll be okay with that.
I'm still struggling with the whole feeling-at-home thing, but it has gotten easier. I've settled into a routine, a process...a niche...and I'm feeling more at ease.
I still have 6 totes to unpack in my apartment...and I think that's where all this thinking started.
I made a decision yesterday.
See, I got to have lunch with a long-time friend - a guy I hadn't seen in at least 12 years. He was my youth pastor for a year and half when I as in high school. He made a lasting impact on my life - so it was nice to have some time to catch up. I made the comment that I still had boxes to unpack. I've been in my apartment nearly 8 months now and I'm still not fully settled.
This morning, as I continued my reading of Genesis, I dug deeper into the history of Abraham and his family. As they moved about and settled where God told them to settle....they'd pitch their tents and dig a well. It was their way of setting down roots...of making it their place of residence.
I need to dig my own well.
So, last night I looked at the boxes I still had to unpack (there are 6 in total) and I resolved over the next 10 weeks to unpack them. I'm giving myself 10 weeks, mainly because that's when Dad comes down to visit and I want them cleared out by then. But the next part of my "digging my well" is to get rid of all the empty totes I've stored on my lanai. It was thought I'd store them and use them again should I need to move. But, what's the point? They're sitting in the elements, collecting dust and dirt. By the time I'm ready to move, they'll be disgusting. So, when Dad comes down in May, we'll take them to Goodwill or some place... Besides, I'm finding it not-so-healthy to keep thinking of "if I have to move again." Maybe part of feeling at home is finally deciding to dig down deep and just settle for a while.
If God calls me to move...okay. I won't ignore it. But, what's the harm in settling for the time being.
We're now almost a quarter of the way through the year and I've not made much progress on the things I said I wanted to accomplish. I haven't started work on my novel...so I'm no closer to getting it finished. But, that's going to change.
I started a new reading challenge - but I'm already 4 books behind schedule. The 70-80 books I want to read this year may or may not happen. But, if I can finish writing my novel, I'll be okay with that.
I'm still struggling with the whole feeling-at-home thing, but it has gotten easier. I've settled into a routine, a process...a niche...and I'm feeling more at ease.
I still have 6 totes to unpack in my apartment...and I think that's where all this thinking started.
I made a decision yesterday.
See, I got to have lunch with a long-time friend - a guy I hadn't seen in at least 12 years. He was my youth pastor for a year and half when I as in high school. He made a lasting impact on my life - so it was nice to have some time to catch up. I made the comment that I still had boxes to unpack. I've been in my apartment nearly 8 months now and I'm still not fully settled.
This morning, as I continued my reading of Genesis, I dug deeper into the history of Abraham and his family. As they moved about and settled where God told them to settle....they'd pitch their tents and dig a well. It was their way of setting down roots...of making it their place of residence.
I need to dig my own well.
So, last night I looked at the boxes I still had to unpack (there are 6 in total) and I resolved over the next 10 weeks to unpack them. I'm giving myself 10 weeks, mainly because that's when Dad comes down to visit and I want them cleared out by then. But the next part of my "digging my well" is to get rid of all the empty totes I've stored on my lanai. It was thought I'd store them and use them again should I need to move. But, what's the point? They're sitting in the elements, collecting dust and dirt. By the time I'm ready to move, they'll be disgusting. So, when Dad comes down in May, we'll take them to Goodwill or some place... Besides, I'm finding it not-so-healthy to keep thinking of "if I have to move again." Maybe part of feeling at home is finally deciding to dig down deep and just settle for a while.
If God calls me to move...okay. I won't ignore it. But, what's the harm in settling for the time being.