It seems I’m too busy.

That’s ludicrous. Maybe I was
raising sons, playing the role
of a co-dependent wife,
practicing law, being a judge.
And-and-and. Serving on boards,
teaching Sunday school,
researching genealogy, medieval times,
historic women judges, whatever.
Now I sit in this chair more hours
than anywhere else except bed,
but it seems I’m too busy to clean house,
to write books that lurk in my head,
to exercise regularly. Today at a meeting
I was convicted I need daily gratitude lists,
and prayer, meditation, serious Step work.
Busyness gets in my way…until the right stuff
becomes more important. So, that happens today.