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KetchingUp

Wow. So apparently I am just plain terrible at doing things incrementally.
-Thesis: I keep thinking it is easier to set aside a week or weekend and try to knock it out chunks at a time. Except that I never have chunks that big, nor do I care to fill them with thesis work. Little by little needs to be my motto.
-Working out: you don't just do a 2 hour workout session on Saturday and call yourself fit. I need to carve out 30 minutes a day to dedicate to keeping physically fit if I want to maintain good health.
-Spiritual discipline: isn't just something that happens on Sundays. I need to be in the Word by myself everyday as well as with my family everyday. Making God a priority should be easier then I make it.
-Writing a blog: all it takes is a little update periodically to be able to look back and see what's been going on and what I've been learning. But I can't do that if I don't write it down in a journal or public space like this. Blast me.

Well, in the meantime, I have started back up at Grad school. I am taking a class in Spiritual Formation at CBS and that promises to be a real treat for my spirituality. David Roadcup is the professor and he is just about the nicest man who ever lived. Everything he says is said with conviction and earnestness that I can't help but want to emulate. I look forward to gleaning more from his class this fall.

I am starting to get the ball rolling on an arts academy at Parkside. The next couple steps involve contacting local schools in order to get students interested in coming to our church to take private music lessons. Before I can do that I guess I need to keep cleaning out the rehearsal space and make sure they are sound tight, but once I have more free time that'll be easy, right? *nervous chuckle*

In other news, I have just discovered fasttrackauction.com, which is a brilliant website that allows you to buy things for pennies on the dollar. It is only about 30 minutes away from my house and I am officially hooked. I don't think I will ever buy something full price again. Now I just need to go pick up those 14 canopies...

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