Thursday, May 7, 2015

Two Reasons Why I Don't Blog More and Two Reasons Why You Don't Get More Done

I pretty much love my blog.  I love to write and I have a million ideas.  So why aren't there more?  Here's why:
1)  I am too hard on my ideas.
Have  you ever had an original thought and said to yourself, "Eh, that's not such a great idea," and then forgot about it?  I am the worst about writing stuff down, so if I have an idea that I think will be the next Nobel prize winner for greatest blog post, I am soooo writing it down.  But that same idea has to go through a whole bunch of negative thoughts before it makes it to the Nobel prize list.

2)  I'm basically kind of lazy.  
And I may be talking about some other people out there, but especially ME.  If I get on the computer, I have to check my facebook and wow, look at this sweet video about a paralyzed puppy or people sitting in a ball pit having meaningful conversation, which by the way is time well spent.   http://youtu.be/HfHV4-N2LxQ
So it's easy to get distracted and not be focused.

3)I want to tell God what He will and will not use to reach people. 
God has given me blogs that I got in front of and in all my mortal wisdom told God with my actions (I.e., not publishing ) that he couldn't possibly use a word He gave me to reach anyone. Stupid. I am learning to get out of the way already.

4. The Tyranny of the Urgent
This might be you! One thing that time-management people will tell you is to make a list and work through it, not letting minor incidents take priority over your whole day.  

Well, anyone that has had three children under 5 at one time will tell you, as I will, that sometimes things come up and they just have to be taken care of immediately, usually dealing with poop.

But now those three are now three children under 22, but I still take care of the urgent and the immediate first, which doesn't leave a lot of time for blogging, unless I have an amazing idea. (None of which involve poop.)

So today, you get a blog post.  I just got an idea for next week's, so next week you get a post too.  

Hey, by the way, thanks for reading.  I really appreciate all you readers.  Would you leave a comment with the name of your city?  I see that I have readership in India, China, Russia, Germany, and of course the US.  Leave me a funny comment and my next blog may be about you!

Friday, May 1, 2015

How to Turn a Chicken into a Chicken Quesadilla Without Even Trying - A Successfully Single blog post


Okay.  First things first, I'm a realist.  

There is a slim to none chance I am cooking every night, especially when my friends down at Publix are cooking rotisserie chickens ANYWAY.  I will go hunt and gather one for myself.  

But most fortunately, this post is not about my cooking.

This post is about a statement that makes me internally roll my eyes, or feel like I need to.  I smile/cringe when I hear a very well-meaning person say to a single person, "If you just stop looking, the right person will come along."  

Mike drop. And exit stage left.

If I walked into Publix and gazed lovingly at the rotisserie chickens just cookin ' away and said to the deli guy, "you know, if those chickens wait long enough, they will turn into chicken quesadillas all by themselves," he would probably shuffle off pretty quickly and wonder if I need medication. 

So why do people assume that if I, or any single person, wait long enough, I will magically meet the right person to marry?

I get that these people know of someone that AT THE VERY MOMENT SHE STOPPED LOOKING, she met Mr. I'm Right Some of the Time. And now they are married and currently looking for a house with a white picket fence. 

But you know what actually happens? When a single person decides to stop putting her life on hold and move on to maybe a ministry or some kind of school or even piano lessons, she becomes more of herself (or he, himself). Then she meets people with similar interests and she may become that person with that INSTANT (not) change in marital status. But she may not. 

But here's the thing-- she becomes one of those content people. She's happy with her life and wouldn't mind meeting Mr. I'm Actually A Pretty Great Guy but Take Vacation Time for the Draft, but it's no longer her primary focus.  Her focus shifts to things greater than herself and how she can be part of those things. 

Maybe some weekends are not soooo noble, but the weekends spent Netflixing with half a gallon of ice cream become fewer and fewer.  She's got too much to do...

... Which is really why rotisserie chickens exist. Who has time to cook every night when you can make your own chicken quesadilla?