So glad to have the RadBlog (which, by the bye, is up to version 5.0, code-named ‘typey’). And why am I glad to have typey? I’ll tell you. It’s getting me out of doing more important work. Conferences. Homework. Business-related tax-issues inherent with any LLC. Reading. Trimming weeds. Fixing that storm window. Now there’s a strange name: storm window. I don’t get it. The big window can handle cold, heat, snow, ice, sun, but not storms? Anyway, I’m sitting here eating M&M’s and taking a moment to realign my life again. So much is going on.
What was a small gathering of this-and-that in the corner of my world has migrated to the center; small piles that were out of sight are now obstructing my escape. Whoda thunk you could trip over procrastination? Even Quadrant II evangelists find themselves in quadrant I on occasion, a classic example of mis-managed time that began way back in Genesis 3. Women will suffer pain in childbirth; men will put off important things so they can play video games. Both end up hurting. This reminds me of the quote of the week, profound in my opinion, although it was a passing comment by a workshop presenter at Bill Hybel’s Willow Creek (R)(TM)
We will either suffer the pain of discipline now or the pain of regret later.
I love that quote. I hate that quote. My phone is ringing…