So much on my plate, I might upchuck.

Sorry, that was gross.

I decide a few days ago- and so far it's gone great- that's it's time to pick up the pace. That God could use me so more effectively in major areas of my life, if I could just persist enough to get every area of my life worked on at some point or another every. single. day.

So I made a list. I make lots of lists. To-do lists, Christmas lists, to-pack lists, and more recently, priority lists. I made the original about three days ago. I had about 15 items. Today it came out to about twenty. Then, in an attempt to shave it back, I got it down to 17. And it was a painful process.

I feel a lot better about some things- I'm not avoiding the monotonous parts of life (exercising, packing, cleaning)-but more stressed about others. I'm feeling a little guilty right now because I'm online catching up instead of catching up on sleep. I don't want to feel this old. Eww.

Seems like I finally have to turn off the cruise control and stop at all the stop signs. And it's painful. Will I EVER get a day off?

All this to say, I'm very grateful for the responsibilities I've been given. I know that God's telling me I'm ready to handle more. I just feel the need...quite frankly...for speed. Like, I'm serious. I considered looking into scoring some speed so that I can get everything done and just have a ton of energy and be happy about all of it. But that's stupid. Like, really stupid. So I'm gonna ask for prayer instead.

PRAYER! The kind of prayer that does much better than speed could. And without all the damaging health effects.

So, if you're reading this, pray please! And, if it's appropriate, give me a hug next time you see me. Sometimes that's all a person needs. :)