In December, I feel like I am constantly hurtling a million miles an hour in the dark beyond of holiday oblivion. The moment the last present is unwrapped, I seem to feel a sense of relief. Its a few days past Christmas, and I am trying to collect my head and thoughts and get back on track with my life. Little Man totally loved Christmas, and it was such a joy to watch him open presents and have that sense of being overwhelmed by conspicious consumption.
I am slowly inching my way back to reality and the fact that my house needs to be cleaned, dinners need to be cooked, starving family members need to be fed and I need to get my butt back into working out.
Part of my problem are all the good intentions that I have. I intend to tidy up before I go to work. I intend to work out every day. But none of that really gets done on a regular basis. Oh well, there is always tomorrow.
Women of God can never be like women of the world. The world has enough women who are tough; we need women who are tender. There are enough women who are coarse; we need women who are kind. There are enough women who are rude; we need women who are refined. We have enough women of fame and fortune; we need more women of faith. We have enough greed; we need more goodness. We have enough vanity; we need more virtue. We have enough popularity; we need more purity. Margaret D. Nadauld
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