|(I kind of feel like Mister Man here on Christmas morning--time to pause in my building to assess what to do and what needs to be cleaned up.)|
I want to run.
I want to run for exercise, for joy, for satisfaction, for setting a good example, for strength, for energy, for reaching a goal.
If I sign up for a local half marathon before tomorrow night, I get the early-bird discount. The race isn't until October. I asked Sir Walter Scott if he wanted to join me--to make it something we can do together. He hemmed and hawed a bit. He wants to run, but he has the same question I do.
My older girls want to run, too.
How can we do it?
That's one of my questions for the year ahead.
My other questions are:
How do I re-structure our days so that I don't always feel like a pressure-cooker about to explode?
How do Sir Walter Scott and I get to the temple more often?
How do I make time for individual children?
What will we read?
What will school look like? (I feel a strong need for change.)
Soccer or not? If not, what will take its place?
How will I cope with meals? (Thinking about freezer cooking again)
I'm thinking and praying and studying.
I'm trusting the answers will come.