One of my favorite quotes is
But something seems to get lost in translation. I don’t think I forget what I want but my actions say something different entirely. It’s so easy to get caught up in the “mindless” and entire evenings, days, weeks, months, years pass by and I’ve got a whole lotta nada to show for it… The only cure to get out of a rut like this? Well, it involves drastic measures.
I’ve deleted all games/time suckers from my phone. Goodbye fish tank. Goodbye lovely farm. My dream cafe? DELETED.
I’ve cancelled Netflix. Today is the last day before the lights go out and I’m already experiencing DT’s. I’m also fighting my compulsion to complete every series I’ve ever started. There just is no way I’m going to get through the last 63 episodes of HIMYM by midnight tonight…
I’m working on altering my schedule so instead of having a couple hours to doddle in the morning, I get straight to my day then have 6 uninterrupted hours in the evening to work on goals and general life necessities.
I’ve been challenged recently by the ease with which my time can be wasted… But, what about my time in “private meditation and communion with Christ?”
My time in private meditation has been “better” as I’ve embarked on my Bible-in-a-Year goal but it’s a far cry from what it should be. Is there really anything I want more than my relationship with Christ? If you ask me, I’d say, “Absolutely not!” If you read my actions, though, a whole nother answer emerges.
It’s time to remember what I want.