It's a mystery

How does breakfast + eye make-up + exercise + prayer +  going to bed on time = partial sanity?

No one knows. but it's true. It’s one of those things where the whole is mysteriously (but absolutely) greater than the sum of it’s parts.

Two weeks into this crazy season I’m hanging in. really, I’m doing quite well. Yes, I am exhausted. Yes, I am fragmented at the office. Yes, I am forgetful. Yes, I am, at times, totally out of compassion, or the capacity to solve one more problem…but in the midst of it I am also doing well.

Maybe it’s like I’m sitting in a row-boat with a slow leak, and each of those tiny acts, those moments of choosing the little things that I know are good choices are like bailing the boat out with a bucket. Yes, the boat is a little swamped…but it’s not sinking! I know better than to stop doing those little things…I know I’d sink for sure, possibly in record time.