The time moves so quickly and money even more so

I keep telling myself that, if I can hit the sweet spot of no wasted time, I'll be able to do all the things I need to in a given day - bills, baby, work, cleaning, service, prayer and reflection - and maybe I'll even be able to write about it at the end of the day.

The leader of that pack of wolves that drives me is "bills." I hate that this is, somehow, the slavedriving king of my existance. It really feels like that. Even when I have the money to be caught up, I often get behind because my bills have become lost in a pile and, "how much money do we have in the account?" "Did I record that visa purchase from the other day?"

I really hope to make my next post meaningful, about Sabotage last week.

- Steve