Happy Monday! I'm making a later-than-usual Monday morning post, and it almost seems like it's becoming the norm for me. Apologies. My plans seem to run away from me at the start of every new week, and here we are, noon on Monday, and just getting to early morning tasks.

Sound familiar? I know I'm not alone here. I'm a schedule-oriented person, and so is my firstborn. Our lives are scheduled down to the minute, and we both prefer it that way. If we're to have downtime, we need to know about that in advance, and work it into our daily schedule, so we can actually enjoy it. Otherwise, "time" just causes us anxiety. We find ourselves worrying about our productivity, and cannot relax.

Meals are planned for the next three weeks, the grocery list is made, I have triple-checked the family calendar, and all plans that we have tentatively committed to are being firmed up. Our next four weekends are jammed full of plans like family birthday celebrations, visiting with family from out of town, countertop installation, work commitments, and back to back weekends with days traveling out of town and back (in one day). Some of these things are being done out of obligation, few are for our own enjoyment, and my mental load is heavy from it all.

There's the age-old argument- "Well, you don't have to do these things." I get it. It's even true, but if I/we don't do these things... who will? Ugh, the guilt. Guilt might as well be my middle name. It fuels so much of what I wind up saying 'yes' to. I keep thinking that one day, I'll change, but I know myself... and I know I won't. So, here we go- another week of doing all the things, plans going awry, and praying that I allow myself to let go of the things I cannot control. There's honesty for ya.

Let go, and let God. Can I? Will I? 

Stay tuned...