This morning, before I was out of bed even

I had written a blog post in my head. I was still asleep, but in that weird waking dreaming phase of sleep, and I was blogging. I remember being quite pleased with what I was going to write, but now it is gone. Ideas can be so fleeting.

I remember thinking about my mixed feelings about my ten year old saying he wants to quit piano lessons. I remember thinking about how I still haven't written my welcome statement for Sunday's service at church. I thought about how my day was going to pan out, and about how I really needed to stop by the health food store and the grocery store today after my kids music class, and the play date I had set up. I thought about how I was going to explain to my friend that I couldn't bring myself to finish watching The Secret even though she really wanted me too. I thought about my conversation with the school superintendent last night about how hard he works, and how is kids are grown, and he and his wife have so much more time to commit to their professions now, how they are so able and willing to commit their lives to what they believe in.

I don't know for sure what that poignant blog post I wrote in my head was all about, but I think it had something to do with that last one. That idea about slowing down and not being in such a hurry all of the time. At some point in my life my kids will be grown and on their own, and they won't need me so much then, and I can work myself as hard as I want to because when I come home at night, it will just be Adam and I. We can look at each other, and we can talk about our days, and then get up and have new ones.

I wonder why it is so hard to remember to focus on what we have right now, and not so much on all the things we want to accomplish?