I am currently on a sabbatical in the beautiful mountains of Colorado. During my time here, I recharge my batteries and restore my body to some sense of physical shape. (Round is a shape)
Yesterday I hiked 4 miles up and down high country ridges and valleys. A total of 3000 ft up and 3000 ft down. By the time I returned home it was almost dark.
On the drive to our cabin I relived the events of the day and these thoughts on handling the ups and downs of life danced in my brain. I hope you find them helpful even if you don’t dance.
As I look forward to this summer at the cabin I decided to repost a blog from the summer of 2012. It describes one of the many times God spoke to me through his breathtaking creation. I hope you enjoy pondering these points again – or perhaps for the first time…
I was sitting on the porch of our Colorado cabin looking out at the 14,000 ft peak of majestic Mount Princeton. After a hurried week of traveling, I could feel energy trickling back into my soul.
An extraordinary source of Power!
When we first arrived we discovered that all the recreation vehicles had dead batteries. I took them to a shop where the dealer said they should sit quietly on a shelf to accept a charge of “new life” if you will, from an external power source.
Now it was my turn to recharge –
I am one of the most organized, disorganized people on the planet. I call it OD! Organized Disorganization. On top of that I have a healthy dose of ADHD Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Dis… Squirrel! Look at the words in that definition.
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Attention Deficit: Can’t pay attention,
Hyperactivity: But always busy doing something.
Are any of you out there like me? Does the influx of tasks seem overwhelming? Does it take you a decade to clean clean your desk and only days for it to disappear beneath a stack of stuff again? Here’s how I am learning to survive.
Well, it’s another Lighten Up Monday! This video is a perfect example of why I worry about our attachments to digital devices these days. I think we’re all guilty of becoming addicted at some point or another. Be sure you watch the clip all the way to the end…
The expression behind the eight ball comes from the pool-table. In some pool games, sinking or even touching the eight-ball is taboo except in the final play of the game. To be “behind the eight-ball” is to be unable to proceed with scoring important points in the game.
At some point in time all of us find “the demands on our time” looming like a monstrous eight ball obstructing our view and enjoyment of some of the most important things in life.
I have been there and done that. Wait! I still can fall into that trap. But every once in a while I get a glimpse of the open pocket and a chance to score some important points in life. The eight-ball isn’t gone but it is smaller. There are some steps to get around it that can lead to some amazingly stress free moments of real life.
I hope you will find these insights helpful as you face the eight- balls in your life.