I’ve really noticed that there is something missing in my life. Actually, this isn’t a new thing for me. I guess I’ve known it for quite a while. It’s just readily apparent to me right now, being home by myself.
I have no focus.
My mind goes a thousand different ways all the time. Being home by myself just exacerbates the problem.
Case in point; we went to the library last week. Here are the books I picked up:
Is The Temperature Rising?: The Uncertain Science of Global Warming – S. George Philander
The Case for a Creator – Lee Strobel
The Money Book for the Young, Fabulous, and Broke – Suze Orman
Christian Wisdom of the Jedi Masters – Dick Staub
The Embarrassed Believer – Hugh Hewitt
Cracking the GRE – The Princeton Review
OK, so maybe there is a bit of a theme through three of them, but not all of them. On top of that, I’ve gotten hooked into some FEMA training that I think is absolutely great. There are only 55 online courses that I can take, which I’ve done three so far. Add in I’m accepted and starting grad school in the fall (which depends on me taking and getting an 850 on the GRE, hence the study guide above), teaching a Sunday school class, leading a home group, wanting my own business, and really wanting to start a youth group this fall. WHY CAN’T I CHOOSE ONE THING AND STICK WITH IT?
It’s actually frustrating for me. There are so many things I want to learn, so many things I want to do, yet the more I try the less happy I am. If anyone has any suggestions, please tell me. I’m drowning here.
(No, I’m not depressed. This is probably just brought on by Collette and the kids not being here. They’ll be back tomorrow, then it will probably go away.)
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