Every man builds his world in his own image. He has the power to choose, but no power to escape the necessity of choice.
I appreciate choices. I recognize not everyone is given the vast choices that I am as an American woman, so I feel humbled and grateful.
Often I wish I had more time. Really though, how can you wish for more time? It's like wishing for more earth. It is what it is. No one can be afforded more. It's about choices. How do I choose to spend my time? I notice when I am feeling angst about not enough time, it is often because I'm not spending my time in the right ways. I feel unbalanced.
What a wonderful blessing to be able to identify the best ways to use my time (haven't mastered that skill but I'm working on it). What a blessing to not be victim to time, but instead mindful and choosy with my commitments.
If I'm busy it's because I choose to home school Sir Mark, I choose to do laundry, I choose to load the dishwasher and sweep the floor, I choose to volunteer for this or that, I choose to exercise and socialize and listen to how Emma's day progressed, period by period.
I am grateful to be able to make choices all day long.