On Paper-Writing

I'm having a hard time getting started on this paper. Not because I'm unprepared. Or intimidated. Or that it will be difficult (it will, but I think this time I can handle it). Or that I have no idea what to write about (all really good reasons for delay in the past). This time - it's because I'm starting early. Or rather, am trying to start early.

I'm a deadline writer. And baker. And cleaner. And project-completer. I do best - and I do really well - under pressure. 20-page paper due tomorrow and I haven't started, no problem. Big activity and fifty things to do beforehand, under control. But starting early is apparently not my strong suit.

I suspect it's from years (and years) of literally having so. much. to. do. that there was never an opportunity to start early, to make a first draft, to get things done ahead of time. With so much on my plate I could only get to the most pressing, the most immediately demanding. And so now, with a paper due on Tuesday I'm having serious trouble getting started on Saturday.

Forza!

Reagan on the Scriptures:

2 Nephi 2:27 We were trying to impress upon Reagan the importance of choosing the right and that doing so makes us happy when he interrupted (with complete candor, mind you) to ask: "But what if you choose left?"

2 Nephi 32: 3 After explaining that feast means to eat a lot and enjoy it, we asked "What do you think "feast on the words of Christ" means?" His response: "I have no idea."

Jacob 7: 10 Jacob asks Sherem if he believes the scriptures; he answers Yea. We asked Reagan if he knew what Yea meant. "Yes!" he answered, and just as we were about to praise him, he continued: "it means happy!"

Hello Homework...

Goodbye Sleep.*

*photo taken circa 1:34 am
**one minute sample of a much larger data set.

Kids Live Here

Sometimes I just have to remind myself that this is the case.
Ergo, the mess is legitimate.

Scrafs 101

Best Scraf How-To EVER.
I've rocked the European Loop for far too long and now I want an impressive collection to go with my new skillz.

Ode on Completed Assignments

Story. Of. My. Life.

I love how one big thing crossed off my list (no matter how many others remain) makes me feel like an Amazon warrior woman. (The very fact that I'm still basking in that sentiment proves that the oppresive amount of to-dos still on my list hasn't penetrated the fog of accomplishment).

So for now, here's to those big things crossed off the list (and the consequent and concordant temporary hiatus of panic). Cheers!

Priorities: Sifting, Shuffling, Sustaining

“It’s not hard to decide what you want your life to be about. What’s hard is figuring out what you are willing to give up in order to do the things you really care about.” - Shauna Niequist

I'm thinking hard about this in these days - especially since I've started school again and love it so much it hurts and feel equally, painfully, guilty about enjoying it so very much and consequently devoting time that could/should arguably be spent doing other (less enjoyable) tasks like laundry or mopping the floor or paying bills. Too often, I get to only what yells loudest at the time (dishes piled on the counter, test tomorrow, bills dues yesterday, no clean socks). At this point, there doesn't seem to be anything on the "could possibly give up" list. It's all on the "demands attention" list. For now - no solution. And frankly, I'm not always really sure what it is I really care about anyway, 'cause I care about it all: mum, scholar, business tycoon, reasonably responsible home-cleaner. humph.