I made this chicken tonight. It tastes pretty great, but it wasn’t ready until 10:30. So there’s that.
I’m working at work again — and working pretty hard, actually — and it is so weird how different each day feels now. There are so many things I’d like to fit into each day, but it is hard to make it all happen, isn’t it?
Today I worked from 9:15 until 6:30 before heading home. My bus was late but I was in the door by 7:30. I had a call with my advisee and grabbed some onions from the market, then had the chicken in the oven before H got home. I practiced my guitar (still in the key of C but getting to the chord structures and strumming patterns, finally!) and we watched last night’s New Girl.
But now it’s almost 11 and there is just so much more I wanted to do. I wanted to sweep and mop the kitchen and do all the dishes. I wanted to finish the chapter in my New Testament textbook and start reading Daniel for my Open Course. I wanted to write a blog about something. I wanted to paint my toenails and choose an outfit for tomorrow and pack lunches for me and H.
But we can only do so much. And we only have so many days. And so, it might be time to start choosing certain things to be the first things and certain things to be the little things, the forgotten ones, the tasks we let go.