Know what I did after work yesterday? Nothing.
(Well, okay - I did dishes, cleaned the stove, picked up a bit, and put away some clean laundry but we're talking 90 minutes of housewife activity tops.)
Timothy and I borrowed some movies and we sat on the couch, with the laptop on a kitchen chair and a frozen pizza on the couch next to us, and vegged until about midnight.
I didn't work on the worship night coming up. I didn't make a single Christmas card. I didn't zine. I didn't clean the bathroom. I didn't brainstorm sermon illustrations or fundraising activities. I didn't plan a set list for practice tonight. I didn't pay a single bill or even look at the checkbook register.
Then this morning I started to think ... for the briefest of moments ... about how I need to better schedule my time so I can be more efficient. I rubbed my sleepy eyes to squint at myself in the bathroom mirror and very politely advised me to shut up.