The wind howls tonight, rattling the windows and stripping the last lingering leaves from the trees. We had snow flurries earlier in the week and are forecast for more. I am trying to receive this bitter cold wind as a sort of practice run for my travel to Chicago in January. But I did not grow up with this kind of fierce winter and I do not think I will ever really grow accustomed to it.
November 2013 is going to be a really light month for blogging, I’m afraid. Middle of my first semester as a seminary student and I am quite predictably scrambling around in all directions and this ends up taking a back seat to things with deadlines and external accountability.
Perhaps I shouldn’t let it.
There are a lot of things I should be doing differently, or at least want to be doing differently. I want to make more time for prayer. I want to make more time for art. I need to structure some time for getting life maintenance things done and for paying attention to Spouse, who is being fairly patient and responsible with my unscheduled change of life.
I want to have figured out how to manage my time more efficiently, to be able to get in all of the things I have to do and still have room left for some of the things I want to do, but this is a puzzle with an infinite number of ever-shifting pieces.
I want to do this right. I’m still struggling with that.
It is a steep climb in fog and unknown terrain but I hope that eventually when the fog lifts I can look behind me and see how far I have come, if not how far there is left to go.