Plugging away

I just started about 3 different small, but significant, wedding projects tonight.  May I just say that I'm so excited to start compiling addresses...this is future Christmas card list material right here, folks.  And they don't even know it! Muah-ha-ha.  But really, this is significant for me to get this much done in an evening.  I've been stalled for about three weeks on planning...most evenings after getting home I just crash and burn. 

Advent and Christmas have been wonderful here.  I was excited to keep up with the Jesse tree readings for Advent, and my brother came home the weekend of the third Sunday of Advent, so it's been nice to have him home.  For Christmas my favorite gifts by far are: a beautiful cedar chest to use as a memory box at the foot of my bed...rather than a falling apart old computer box.  Seriously, it's the box for the monitor of our first ever computer.  It's seen better days; the Catholicism series DVDs (Thanks honey!  Super excited!); and books...Candide, Sense and Sensibility, and Persuasion.  I may need to hibernate till I finish all this reading.  I'm still in the middle of The Cloister and the Hearth, and have a book on Fr. Kapaun and a few other reads still on the to-read list...gotta keep plugging away!

Otherwise, life has consisted mostly of work.  It amazes me sometimes what a low level of energy I have in the evenings.  If I could work up the energy to spend my evenings playing piano, working on genealogy, knocking out wedding projects, and overall balancing my life in a healthy, fruitful way, I would.  And I guess I know I could.  But, my goodness, I just collapse in a puddle of I'm-so-done at the end of the day. I'm already sensing that Lent is going to be a prime time to work on this whole balance thing.  For Advent I worked on getting out of bed right when my alarm goes off rather than stalling, which was very beneficial, especially this time of year with questionable road conditions.  The earlier ready, the better to make it to work on time without rushing and leaving a mess in the wake of fixing a lunch and packing work-out clothes and putting myself together.